Conway the Machine - Sky Joint

[Verse 1 : Skyzoo] Forty five degrees outside in butter leathers I can't fuck her if her thighs don't rub together I can't bare bear 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 I'm like Hezekiah All hail a benevolent beast from the park rails With the charm to turn over his ex like cartwheels And we out of lives, hundred thousand [?] and sports cars Swimming pool full of liquor baby, Hennessy all stars And they on bottle for bottle and hopping out of Rovers And draped in Nike Tech sweats like I'm supposed to The low side 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... [Chorus : Westside Gunn] 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 [Verse 2 : Conway] 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 can 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 red bottom shock 'em 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! [Chorus : Westside Gunn] 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