Sky Freestyle

Yo, yo, get ready man Plane about to take off Get your bags ready, nigga Fly shit, sky shit Nigga light up a cigar, know what I'm sayin' Know what I mean Go some fly shit, nigga The boss is back if you're not a genuine rapper Yeah, you need the phone back I'm in the sins of Peru, bustin' shots like Peleliu Fuck one of Keno's bartenders Yeah, then I take care of the chubby burgers I reload the fifth and put you on the lift On your way to hell, weed is my favorite smell Pack up the rhymes for retail Fake cops work a lot of OT on bullshit detail Tell Hillary, yeah, to take a fuckin' email We got shit to sell I take 50s to the face, dollar sign, that's what I change If I gotta commit a crime, I cover my face My path to this glory is holy, but I'm not made Visas to the West Indies, yeah, I'm one of the Genovese These weak rappers just startin' to see light, Steve I'm used to integrity, so pull up with the long sleeve The flow is sick, and I hope that you don't sneeze Fuck a 360 deal, yeah If you signin' me, I need three meals Plus, if I'm chasin' your chicks, I need three pills I want stones and links and diamonds that give you the blicks This is Gorbachev on the mic On Fave Five, I get whatever I like And my sneakers just startin' to look like Spice My father was a drug dealer, more over my ass Can't take pictures without the filter I guess that's why I let them