Blue Skies

[Intro: Geechi Gotti]
Yeah, Mafia
Poppa, you a fool for this one man
Yo, Ric, this beat crazy

[Chorus: Poppa Chop]
Underneath these, blue skies
Anything goes underneath these, blue skies
Gotta watch yo' ass underneath these, blue skies
Niggas'll run up on you with no, disguise
Look you right in yo' eyes underneath these, blue skies

[Verse 1: Geechi Gotti]
True story my life be a blue story
Murder gang, I got a squad that'll shoot for me (shoot for me)
Me myself and God, G I know the Lord (I know him)
I'm sending money to my dog so he can go to store (I did that)
I go to war with anybody, ain't no favoritism (ain't no favoritism)
Roundtables with the mob before we make decisions (Mafia)
Decide if you a killer or you ain't a killer (killer)
Peer pressure made him shoot, he really ain't a killer (he ain't a killer)
Niggas remember who they shot not what they ate for dinner (true story)
Summertimes niggas die so they don't make the winter (true story)
Sometimes it take a loss just to make a winner
All my chains got crosses, just 'cause I'm a sinner (yeah)
Man I send a couple prayers up for the gods (amen)
Who died young, that ain't living in them blue skies (amen)
Before I shoot I make sure I look him in his eyes
So he can see if he was ready for his time to die
I told my family if I go that you ain't gotta cry (ain't gotta cry)
'Cause I done rode for my niggas so they gotta ride (they gotta ride)
I told my family if I go that you ain't gotta cry
'Cause I done rode for my niggas so they gotta ride

[Chorus: Poppa Chop & Geechi Gotti]
Underneath these, blue skies
Anything goes underneath these, blue skies (Anything goes)
Gotta watch yo' ass underneath these, blue skies (You better keep yo' eyes open out here man, ain't no game)
Niggas'll run up on you with no, disguise
Look you right in yo' eyes underneath these, blue skies (Look)

[Verse 2: Geechi Gotti]
Blue skies [?] for them blue skies
Foreign chick riding wit' me got some blue eyes (yeah)
Young Crip so you know I rep the blue side
Say he from the Six, well it must be two sides
If I don't know 'em then it's fuck 'em like two times (fuck 'em)
Never snitch, if I get caught up I'ma do mine (yeah)
Mind on the money (money), million dollar thoughts (million)
If you can't put yo' niggas on you not a boss (uh-uh)
I spend a band on the wrist, that's how it cost (yeah)
I'm still in the hood where you get slapped if you soft
Yeah, soft or hard, I know about the hustle
Tryna make it flip and not get chipped, I know the struggle
I been there (been there), matter fact dog I'm still there (still there)
Catch me in the spots where it's rolling like a wheelchair
I got homies' hoods tatted on they face
Facing [?] offer 'cause they homie ratted on a case
In most cases found guilty over true lies
Chest out here high, looking toward them blue skies
Told my family if I go that they ain't gotta cry (ain't gotta cry)
'Cause I done rode for my niggas so they gotta ride (they gotta ride)

[Chorus: Poppa Chop & Geechi Gotti]
Underneath these, blue skies
Anything goes underneath these, blue skies (Anything goes)
Gotta watch yo' ass underneath these, blue skies (Better keep yo' eyes peeled nigga)
Niggas'll run up on you with no, disguise
Look you right in yo' eyes underneath these, blue skies