Camouflage Monk Peace, Lord Ayo, somebody hand me the fucking ashtray Ayo, the sky getting darker Staring out the Bentley coupe, rearview I spark up Where I'm from, little niggas redrum Flush the work if the FEDs come Dome shot, that nigga's head spun In the cell like: Why me? Been trill, just all Mets, the royal and blue I3s Big 40 stupid Lately my money looking blueish Reading PSIs, you gotta prove it Two tone stingray made 'em sick At the dice game, bitches say: Our nigga rich 4-5-6, I'm the shit Leave fiends with the nasal drip S.E. gang, we the motherfuckers doing it All you rap niggas, we'll ruin ya Blow stains on the Basquiat Donatello said Gianni got shot This can't be life, Lord Some days I wanna leave here And go see Bacon for one day Some days I wanna leave here And go see Chine Gun for one day Ayo, hopping out the drop Benz, Mascino moccasins with Glock 10s Fuck with anybody, put 9 him Said the nigga that was near me I be having dreams that my own niggas killed me [?] Straps on the ARs, relax Pervert 17 on my back Victims of hypebeasts decorated on cells With 'Rari pulled pages, Jesus hanging on the anchor That was back in like '96 Not to convince, remix that nigga brick We could go to war with the best Headshots till it ain't nothing left Tryna sell at least a brick a night Rather get life than rock the same thing twice They said the nigga ain't the same Paint-splatter Margielas on the poplar Oh well Some days I wanna leave here And go see Bacon for one day Some days I wanna leave here And go see Chine Gun for one day So fishscaled So oil based So fishscaled So oil based So fishscaled So oil based So fishscaled So oil based