Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skyjoint 2, artist - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Album song Everybody Is F.O.O.D., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
Skyjoint 2 |
Yeah, it got a vibe where it’s like |
It’s celebratory, you know it’s |
It’s the fly side of this and, the fly side of that and |
It just makes sense all across the board |
And it start out like, and said |
Money gave us the ambition they wan' to put on us |
Tryin' to show us through a sermon, we learn off the corner |
Show and prove say it best, you see how it run us |
Admirin' krill money from summer to summer |
It get deeper than bottle service bills |
Or bein' Bishop and thinkin' you gotta murder still |
Or tryin' to work a mil, like tryin' to flip 250 4 times |
Or gettin' shorty to mirror your rhymes |
Huh, all for the goal or the applause, gimme mine in bags |
I’m low like schemin' cards, I don’t need that love |
I celebrate all the highs, and still respect all the lows |
Know I was made outside like 'fore you step on the dough |
Spit on a conduit, I’m curlin' around the cars |
My wiz look like Lynn from Girlfriends with a 'yard |
Gold bottles and commodores hell bent on sticks |
Took a take, FGR and Griselda in this bitch, one time |
Uhh, feel good, right? |
Hahaha |
Look, the Remy XO got me right in my zone |
Uh, the Off-White is Vlone |
They gave my dog life, 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, I mean that drum ain’t gon' write on it’s own |
Flight attendant talkin' to me, said she like my cologne |
Don’t bother me, miss |
You see this Rollie that I rock on my wrist |
To you it’s a Rollie, 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 |
Haha, 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 |