text: Blue skies
  Theres nothing but blue skies
  Blue skies 
  Theres nothing but blue skies
  Look, never had a cent now I got a bent
  I ain’t talkin Bentley’s, I’m talkin a bitch
  I got her bent over she bustin them splits
  Lookin up at the star, I’m tellin her make a wish
  Hoes come around me tryna leave rich
  But I give ‘em no shit so they leave pissed
  Fuck ‘em, heres to the night, like Eve 6
  My partner ain’t gotta put the dough in the deep dish
  Mic check, can you hear me?
  I’m loud as a symphony
  Smoke in my lungs, I’m a chimney
  Get it in your head like epiphanies
  Realize I am Prince Akeem, I roll with the semi
  So many repent me, part of ‘em resent me
  They think I’m Lucifer, I think God blessed me
  I was in hell while you rappers on Jet ski’s
  How in the fuck can yo raps represent me?
  I was on ten, now I’m on fifty
  I just spent a hundred, tell ‘em roll it up quickly
  I just got a hundred missed calls from the city
  Keep it 100, everybody fuck wit me
  Keep it 100, Kells, Keep it 100
  Fuck ya’ll, you don’t know nothing
  I keep it 3 thou like Andre
  I done been an Outkast since I came up out moms stomach
  I been smoking weed since I was a fetus
  Lil bad mothafucka, needed Baby Jesus
  Tryna be a millionaire, where the fuck Regis?
  Leaders of the new school and we all teachers
  First lesson: blue skies, blue dream, red eyes and catch red eye
  Fuck the real world, Kells
  Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, stay real
  Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, for real
  Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, stay real
  Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, for real
  If ya’ll ride wit me, roll one up and get high wit me
  Turn it up and then vibe wit me, fuck the real world
  If ya’ll ride wit me, roll one up and get high wit me
  Turn it up and then vibe wit me
  Kells!
  24/7 I’m putting in work
  Came from the gutter, no stain on my shirt
  You know the Land is where champions birthed
  So I hold the title till I land in the dirt
  Motorcycles, auto-rifles, and purp
  Overnight they think I tripled my worth
  Gotta stay ready, these haters will lurk
  But this ain’t what you want, now I’m feelin like Durk
  Sing that shit to ‘em like Gerald Levert
  Couldn’t sleep on me with Ambien first
  Let the kid nap like an Amber alert
  Wake up and you know I had to get turnt
  Bottle of Jameson matching my shirt
  Back on the road, gotta pack up the merch
  And I smoke so much tree that I damage the earth
  Yeah, EST runs shit
  Don’t make me get on my young shit
  Don’t get me talking that gun shit
  Don’t make me turn this whole thing to a function
  Don’t make assumptions
  I’m from the C, I ain’t talkin bout Compton
  I’m from the 6, I ain’t talkin Toronto
  Bitch I’m from Cleveland, you know the motto
  I’m the city’s Lucky Luciano, the gunner!
  Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, stay real
  Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, for real
  Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, stay real
  Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, for real