Basquiat on the Draw

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Skyzoo] Another day another dime, another way to kill some time Another tester to the crowd, point blank at the sublime Another way to get us paid from orchestrating up a line And the Genius annotation and debating with the blind Word to SAMO, and my accolades from up off of Legos And day ones who get you your shipments in Winnebagos The penning of the God like a scene by the seed of Matilda And Gerard or the lift of a Chopard My records is over-nighters that turn into over-never In hands that'll hold you second like I'm lifting a Chopard Two up outta one, automatic the entendres Or two up outta one like taking talcum on a prom date It's grey bottoms for the city in here And grey bottoms for the biddies in here – I got you, love I been 1 of 1 from day one, top 3 where I came from Basquiat on the draw, you see where they got their trace from, right? [Chorus: Skyzoo] It sounds like Basquiat on the draw The price tag got Kukoc range The loop so straight All of this can flip from the door It's outlines on whatever you want It's Basquiat on the draw "Basquiat," "Basquiat collab..." "I'm the new Jean-Michel" "Banksy, bitches, Basquiats" [Verse 2: Conway] Look, try to cross the mob, that ain't smart at all That type of shit'll get you pussy niggas carted off (Facts!) Look in your eyes and see you ain't got heart at all You ain't hard at all, legs shot and tell you walk it off (Gahaha!) Homie, you was all talk and talk is small Now that you shot and you bleeding you wanna call the law I heard this shit, Sky, I ain't know how to start it off Fuck it, told my son 'Zoo I'ma write the 'Art of War' I'm SAMO before the heroin Listen, lyrically we ain't the same, and ain't no comparison Robbed him and shot the nigga, what I did wasn't fair to him (HA!) I guess I'm Kobe, I crossed him but I was carrying And still shot it; fuck the talking, I don't hear that Had niggas running out their Nikes when I air MACs Basquiat on the draw, I'm top 3 where I came from Matter fact I'm Machine, I'm top 3 in the game – one (Conway, bitch) [Chorus: Skyzoo] It sounds like Basquiat on the draw The price tag got Kukoc range The loop so straight All of this can flip from the door It's outlines on whatever you want It's Basquiat on the draw "Basquiat," "Basquiat collab..." "I'm the new Jean-Michel" "Banksy, bitches, Basquiats" [Verse 3: Westside Gunn] Ayo, who you know fresher than West, riddle me that? Same nigga put my whole city on a map Same nigga put a couple bodies on the MAC (brrrr!!) '05, Evisu jumpers on, selling crack Every week fly to see loot or a new chain Touch mine, this .45'll knock you out them Flu Games (Boom boom boom bo-boom!!!) My nigga this God in the flesh Monster Fendi loafers, body dropper in the vest Hold up, I hold the pump, gloves Mulberry (Mulberry) Crossover the coke like Marbury (Marbury) Disrespect, get your fam buried The Simmons don't come out 'til February Me and Skylar watch the money pile up You raised the bar, you wack niggas' time up Hell gone, I'm the new legend Let me squeeze, off you in a millisecond (brrrrrrrrrr!!!) [Chorus: Skyzoo] It sounds like Basquiat on the draw The price tag got Kukoc range The loop so straight All of this can flip from the door It's outlines on whatever you want It's Basquiat on the draw "Basquiat," "Basquiat collab..." "I'm the new Jean-Michel" "Banksy, bitches, Basquiats"