Smoke DZA, Westside Gunn - Morse Code lyrics

Really Right
My last flip got me thinking real estate
Them conversations really put
Me in a different space
Doing dirt in different towns gotta
Switch the plates
My homie fighting behind the wall hoping
They appeal his case
Fast life of good nigga jam
 that's the penalty
Hit my cell, said he ain't need nothing
But good energy
Stand up fella, never fake the jacks
Sent the package anyway
It ain't like he can return it back
Hustler trying to advance to the clubs
That's a different sack
Rolling up something a little louder
That's for the people in the back
Take a loss never end, get a win bet it back
Close friends it's all nonverbal
That's how we interact

Cribs with high ceilings morse code dealings
Cribs with high ceilings morse code dealings
(Get out ya feelings)

All it takes a few hand
Signals like I'm an umpire
Flick of the nose mean gun fire
Fun fact the campaigns still KONY
And that's unbiased
Regroup the army's artillery
Dare you to come try us
Models, short stay lovers, all one-nighters
Smoking experience
They can't think of no one higher
Put the lil homie down that
Was this months hire
Old school accountant still doing numbers
Wearing a sun visor
Slow grind can be annoying
Misusing a bum lighter
When your lungs dried up
And you got some fire
Rap messiah, Cream, no Breyers scheme
Osiris me young tyrants

Cribs with high ceilings
(Westside Gunn ad lib) morse code dealings
Ayo crib with high ceilings
Morse code dealings

Ayo ayo balenciaga fur trench you know
Who wore it first
If the fiend fell out then you know who work
You need a job nigga holla at me
I'm paying niggas just to wear my
Chains nigga my neck hurt
I'm pushing 2020 and it's already owned nigga
I don't give a fuck no more nigga
I'm Hollywood now nigga
You ain't seen nobody like me
I live with both of my baby mamas facts
You niggas bums fucking bums
I wore this shit three days nigga
I don't give a fuck made 7 figures though
You ain't Never seen me wear
The same shit twice nigga
And if it was it was only
Cuz I was high I forgot
You know that shit smoke in me right
Fourth rope shit velveteen dream
My third eye see everything
Next royal rumble it's just me
And 29 fiends nigga rFC
Griselda