Skyjoint 2 - CONWAY THE MACHINE

Yeah, it got a vibe where it’s like

It’s celebratory, you know it’s

It’s the fly side of this and, the fly side of that and

It just makes sense all across the board

And it start out like, and said

Money gave us the ambition they wan' to put on us

Tryin' to show us through a sermon, we learn off the corner

Show and prove say it best, you see how it run us

Admirin' krill money from summer to summer

It get deeper than bottle service bills

Or bein' Bishop and thinkin' you gotta murder still

Or tryin' to work a mil, like tryin' to flip 250 4 times

Or gettin' shorty to mirror your rhymes

Huh, all for the goal or the applause, gimme mine in bags

I’m low like schemin' cards, I don’t need that love

I celebrate all the highs, and still respect all the lows

Know I was made outside like 'fore you step on the dough

Spit on a conduit, I’m curlin' around the cars

My wiz look like Lynn from Girlfriends with a 'yard

Gold bottles and commodores hell bent on sticks

Took a take, FGR and Griselda in this bitch, one time

Uhh, feel good, right?

Hahaha

Look, the Remy XO got me right in my zone

Uh, the Off-White is Vlone

They gave my dog life, it’s alright 'cause we on

Even behind the wall he still a boss like he was home

Starin' out the window on this long flight to get home

I’m just clearin' my mind as I write in my phone

I mean, I mean that drum ain’t gon' write on it’s own

Flight attendant talkin' to me, said she like my cologne

Don’t bother me, miss

You see this Rollie that I rock on my wrist

To you it’s a Rollie, to me it’s just a watch on the wrist

The shit I’m jottin' has gotten me rich

We ain’t have a pot to piss, now we on property shoppin' at KITH

Haha, all the Chanel shit I got for my bitch

But I could’ve got me a brick

And got the whole hood poppin' like Rich