Lyrics:

This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see

Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening
Fighters keep fighting up, put your lighters up, point 'em skyward, uh

Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king
This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking,
'Till nobody else even fucking feels me, 'till it kiss me
I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in this music

There is or there ever will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up
The only thing I ever gave's using no more excuses
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building

And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
Poppin' shit on how you flipped your life around, crock-o-shit
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite
You stayed the same 'cause cock backwards is still cock, you pricks

And let it be known from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks 'cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic's raise 'cause I came with 5'9 but I feel like I'm 6'8!

This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see

Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

By the time you hear this Ill probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron
To going from buying 4 or 5 of the homies to iron man outtie
My daddy told me: 'Slow down, boy, you goin to blow it'

I cried many tears, my daddy got a bad back
So its only right that I right 'till he can march
Right into that post office and tell 'em to hang it up
Now his careers Lebrons jersey in 20 years

Ill stop when Im at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up, its bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up must come down
You going down on something, you dont wanna see like a hairy box

Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy, now Im just the cats meooww
Ow
Classic cow, always down for the catch wieght like Pacquaiao

Yall are doomed, I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
'Cause now Im in the Aston, I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick

And now Im fantastic compared to a weed high
And yall niggas just gossiping like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Yall buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive

And how real is that?
I remember siging my first deal
And now Im the second best I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag

You and I know what its like
To be kept down, forced to fight
But tonight were alright
So hold up your light, let it shine!

'Cause this one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see

Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters