Big Sky - Hanz On, Method Man

What I write, fatality type

I keep it real but ya’ll still reality bites

Go ahead and call it what ya’ll like

Just get my salary right

I could tell em their paper thin but that would be lie

Tell a Judas to never cross me coz that would be Christ

We bout gettin millions with ice, yep that would be nice

I ain’t picturing peas with rice, what you see is the price

Word to S.P. with rights and a gangsta’s lean

That’s promethazine and Sprite

Go and live a day in the life

Lose your life for you ends

You could spend a day if you like

That’s a privilege, you see it like everyday if you white

Smoke trees like all I need is mary j.

in a life

Boy please, pardon me it’s like a fart in the breeze

That’s a benchmark, some players will never start in the league

Look at me, real MC gotta start and appease

Plus my maroon fives make it harder to breathe

Big Sky

Ayo I’m done committing crimes homey (I'm a star)

All I wanna do is shine homey (from afar)

Get this money till we tired homey (picture that)

I’ll retire when we tired homey (bring it back)