Pablo (feat. Travis Scott & Future)

GRAPHGEAR [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

SLIME TIME

i am a rockstar

Tomorrow, I’m probly robbin’ the Boy Wonder
Coke stash lookin’ like a Pink Floyd cover
Need me in ya block so you can learn to avoid comfort
With ya woman, took her jewelry and her joy from her
Always keepin a brick on me like Lord Quas
Streets disciple for those who couldn’t afford Nas
Words is holding water, no slaughter if I ignored Jaws
Know ya life is over the moment you hear the chord pause

PIs, MPs, but I’m the only pimp foo
Scarface, know the world is mine and that blimp too
He was lookin’ real happy till his limbs blew
Trust me, these are not the kind of lines you wanna skim through

Fiends I’m giving a call, think they sick from withdrawal
Word to Pink Floyd, just another brick in the wall
They caught a whiff and now they sniffing it all, some may wish I would fall
But can’t stand next to me, they piss in a stall
And I just shit on em all, with the ricks I be the slickest to ball
Don’t even diss me, I don’t listen to y’all
Hit with the clip and you’re bald, Jada Pinkett and all, and if Will try to smack me, he’ll get kicked in the balls

PINK FLOYD [PROD. SKATA BLADE]

i got a glock

SHROUD OF TURIN

Yeah I whip the Lam, huh
No we not the same
I aint fuckin with you lames not
Fuckin with you lames now
I aint play no games, this aint the NBA
I aint really care what you say to me
Get up in your head like the CIA
Tryna be me when you see my ways
You was in the Honda when I whip the Rolls
You was at the top now we switched the roles
Whats your goals?
Tell me can it get worse
No, it cant get worse
Already in the hearse
Imma hit you where it hurt
Fuck your bitch, that shit hurt
Ricky Owens thats my church
You a fan in my merch
Pop your neck like Charlie Kirk
After that I pop a perc
after that I get to work
On my dick, your bitch twerk
Hold on lets do the math
Numbers aint adding up
Thats why you actin up
Why the fuck you actin tough?
We already had enough
Opp pack I smoke and puff
East Coast, Big and Puff
DMX, that shits rough
Day ones, I cut em off
Told you I got the glock
I might sell the rock
RIP to Jah, RIP to Steelo
I'm just gonna ball, tell me is it real though
Imma shoot you up, like a fucking needle
Imma paint a picture, like a fucking easel

SKATA VERSE

Yeah I whip the Lam, huh
No we not the same
I aint fuckin with you lames not
Fuckin with you lames now

LAMES

Tomorrow, I’m probly robbin’ the Boy Wonder
Coke stash lookin’ like a Pink Floyd cover
Need me in ya block so you can learn to avoid comfort
With ya woman, took her jewelry and her joy from her
Always keepin a brick on me like Lord Quas
Streets disciple for those who couldn’t afford Nas
Words is holding water, no slaughter if I ignored Jaws
Know ya life is over the moment you hear the chord pause

Colors and shapes like a Pink Floyd cover
Made a mistake like a broken rubber
Conflict of interest thats a broke lover
Sorry bout your father now cry to your mother
Got her undercovers, rockin Undercover
Rockin Helmut Lang and Alexander Wang
To you it's the same, you aint know a thing
Cool with the gang, yeah I'm the king
Imma do my thing and sniff cocaine

Fiends I’m giving a call, think they sick from withdrawal
Word to Pink Floyd, just another brick in the wall
They caught a whiff and now they sniffing it all, some may wish I would fall
But can’t stand next to me, they piss in a stall
And I just shit on em all, with the ricks I be the slickest to ball
Don’t even diss me, I don’t listen to y’all
Hit with the clip and you’re bald, Jada Pinkett and all, and if Will try to smack me, he’ll get kicked in the balls

PINK FLOYD (REMIX)

We in The Bronx with this one
I think I just saw like 6,7 crackheads
And they all children, and pregnant
I think Imma name this one Gerald


Ain’t about who got bigger music but realer music
I heard you rap about it, then heard myself, saw some big improvement
And yea, yo product ight but all I see is fiends that isn’t using
Like a Pink Floyd song, and yea it’s good but I don’t listen to it
Before me, you couldn’t tell me how coke feel
To think I ain’t have to give you the whole spiel
You know my doors are only open when the blow sealed
I break my fiends out the joint, I’m Michael snowfield
The brick killa, compared to the vets, yea I’m a bit shrilla
But even Frank Lucas was taken out by a chinchilla
I told mac we breaking bad for the dough
Then he put some chili powder in the blow


Used to sell cocaine
Still got powder on my brain
Got me goin insane
You a little bit old now
Think you need some Rogaine
Stove got me smellin like a brick right now
Might just pull out the stick right now
Feel a little sick right now
Hop up on my dick right now
Know I'm the shit right now
And all these other boys can't fuck with me, so
Come back in a century
Fuck what they say about me
Hear me clearly
All my opps fear me
Can you feel me
I'm rich as fuck like Kevin O'Leary
Got a problem, come shoot Skata
You got a problem, come sue me
I pack a brick in my Tumi
I got these Newports with no duty
That means tax free
If I was the president you cant impeach me

GRAPHGEAR [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

Skata Blade

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