Morse Code - Smoke DZA, Westside Gunn

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 its 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 cause 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