sky joint 2
Singer:conway the machine
it got a vibe where it's like
it's the fly side of this and
it just makes sense all across the board
money gave us the ambition they wan' to put on us
tryin' to show us through a sermon
show and prove say it best
admirin' krill money from summer to summer
it get deeper than bottle service bills
or bein' bishop and thinkin' you gotta murder still
like tryin' to flip 250 4 times
or gettin' shorty to mirror your rhymes
all for the goal or the applause
i'm low like schemin' cards
i celebrate all the highs
and still respect all the lows
know i was made outside like 'fore you step on the dough
i'm curlin' around the cars
my wiz look like lynn from girlfriends with a 'yard
gold bottles and commodores hell bent on sticks
fgr and griselda in this bitch
the remy xo got me right in my zone
it's alright 'cause we on
even behind the wall he still a boss like he was home
starin' out the window on this long flight to get home
i'm just clearin' my mind as i write in my phone
i mean that drum ain't gon' write on it's own
flight attendant talkin' to me
you see this rollie that i rock on my wrist
to me it's just a watch on the wrist
the shit i'm jottin' has gotten me rich
we ain't have a pot to piss
now we on property shoppin' at kith
all the chanel shit i got for my bitch
but i could've got me a brick
and got the whole hood poppin' like rich