Skyzoo - All Black Walls lyrics
[Skyzoo - All Black Walls lyrics]
Name dropping ain't a problem if
It turn you on
Looking for supplies make you ride
Til the curtain's drawn
Liquor store plans that dwindle
Down into murder warrants
I'm JJ Evans in a Louis belt
Balmain jeans loose enough to
Keep a shooter's help
And I swear they keep telling
Me to remind y'all
That they don't read blogs unless it
Helps 'em to find y'all
And those is the guys that I call friends
That's looking for thick bitches inside
Of a small Benz, and me?
Outside of my door was style wars
But behind it was limiteds that
Covered the house walls, and me?
I'm 50 50 as far as how I was drawn
So whether we in the lobby
Or black tie the ball
I'm just as good on the first
As I am on the last
I grew up knowing the first
Like I planted the stash
I grew up knowing the worst with
My hands on the dash of a Rover
I learned French and learned soda
A meeting of the 2, made it easier to move
Conversing with a mirror like I'll
Leave it up to you same as I always did it
What's the wonder for?
Lived up to all your predictions
And shook the wonder off all black walls
The living room will astound you
Covet that wall, it somersaults in value
Right? I just wanted Kadir Nelsons
And when he did paintings for
Jeter I clear helped him you're welcome
Now I'm looking at 10 of those
The crib get appraised it's a
Gallery within a home
I wanted Leroy Campbells
His spot was around the corner
My pops spent money on him
The blocks that I was walking
Was black art and black hearts
Black bags of black gas was by the stash mark
And now the scene replays
A couple Kenneth Gatewoods
A couple TTKs, go!
Name dropping ain't a problem if
It turn you on
Everybody talking Ellis Wilson once
They heard the song on the steps
Watching Biggie in the lex
The same one Nas mentioned
Passenger side Kim and
Growing up tryna mimic
That was us, that a must
Dating rich broads, turned Sports Center
Batter up
Google turns rumors to reporters at your door
While your phone going stupid
Wrong numbers talking raw, chill!
Thinking I just want a Picasso
Nobody can fade him
4th member of The Lox flow
PJs in the morn, hard rock suites
10 cases of spade, 6 bottles in each, right?
Really there's nothing I wasn't in for
So to label me a backpacker is an insult
Right! Told 'em I just wanted it all
All black walls, I did it
Just how you thought, muhfuckers
All black walls, all green pockets
Ain't nobody complaining cause can't
Nobody stop it, nah
The living room will astound you
Covet that wall, it somersaults in value