Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn, Skyzoo - Sky Joint lyrics

Yeah know the repertoire
Griselda and that FGR ha!
I mean with three of us, it's like
You know reasonable Doubt meets Only
Built 4 Cuban Linx meets Supreme Clientele
It's over there wit it like huh!

Forty five degrees outside in butter leathers
I can't fuck her if her
Thighs don't rub together
I can't be in nothing that's
Less than a bayonet i mean
I'm from where your regrets is a clear pitch
Between you and your desires and
Shooters is for hire
Either that or the wizardry
Move 'em like Hezekiah
All hail a benevolent beast
From the park rails
With the charm to turn over
His ex like cartwheels
And we idolized hundred thousandaires
In sports cars
Swimming pool full of liquor baby
Hennessy all stars
And now I'm bottle for bottle
And hopping out of Rovers
And draped in Nike Tech sweats
The way I'm supposed to
The low top Kobe 10's feel
Like they was loafers
You mistook the Nike Tech print
And made a poster god bless
It went from sharpie painting the projects
To spending Labor Day with the Blige's
And that's not a punch line

Ayo, the Lex Coupes, the Beemers and the Benz
Glock'll will shoot a nigga in the ribs
Sent Ike back for another ten
Keep ya head up
To the hood, Eastside, Westside and that shit
Griselda, nigga, you can suck a dick
(Griselda) the only thing I'm thinking
'bout is getting rich the work fish, nigga

I maneuver through the sewer
The Ruger in the dash
I ain't a computer nigga
I will shoot a nigga fast
Do a nigga bad, made a move to get the bag
I finessed
Pulled up on West and threw my nigga half
I'm tryna be Jewish with the cash
I moved a lil glass, took a bird
And threw it in the bath, boy
Lately I've been feeling like
Ewing in the draft
You ain't a threat, you just
Another stupid nigga mad, boy
I'll have niggas run up on your spot today
Glock to the face of your queen
Make her unlock the safe
I got shot but I do not stop
How could I not be great?
Recorded with the shell in my throat
And still dropped my tape
Niggas ain't never did nothing but
Got a lot to say
I'm red bottom shoppin' rocking
My aqua 8's me and my niggas on top to stay
I came out the gate, fifty shots to spray
That's how we operate, nigga!

Ayo, the Lex Coupes, the Beemers and the Benz
Black will shoot a nigga in the ribs
Sent Ike back for another ten
Keep ya head up
To the hood, Eastside, Westside and that shit
Griselda, nigga, you can suck a dick
(Griselda) the only thing I'm thinking
'bout is getting rich the work fish nigga