Ski Mask Way

Lyrics

[Sample:] - "Man, I can't believe this. They was gonna burn all this shit All this shit, and a nigga can't even find a job." - "Well, that's Uncle Sam for you, baby. Money to burn." [Intro:] I get mine the fast way! [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Ski mask way, yeah These niggas finna know we serious The custom made suede interiors You see it driving by the superior, uh King Parade veteran, home [?] games at the Colloseum From the cradles to the mausoleums Either it has be Bruins or the [?] Stay humble, stay hungry, I was both of 'em Rose gold, white gold Rollie, need both of 'em All folks look at me and say "he knows somethin'" Man, we got more comin', so... Let it spill And you know I got a place we can chill Nobody gon' hear your screams in a fear Rocking at least 300 times in a year [?] land at Heathrow in the morning, if it's clear Little salt and peppa on the fish and chips Boutiques in Germany, I'm the shit Talking bout the top 20, I'm the list I only talk facts, baby, get you some of that Baby, born in '84, was a G by '86 No rapper formed against me shall prosper, y'all missed Hit her with some birthday sex, it was a wish If you see all the signs in the air, take the hint [Bridge: Hit-Boy] If you was really small with the batch, you be takin' hit Check my highlight reel, Half-A-Mil presents [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] No longer fuckin' with niggas, I can't even pretend Came with shorts with the orange [?], no France Family only in my circle, pages in my mental journal Tell stories of a younging on his way You won't walk in my shoes, but you'll know the pain Heavy percentages I had to pay Born in '87, kept it G since that day I just get more solid every 21st of May High stakes, you can't taste what we eatin' Making beats, drinkin', champagne all fuckin' weekend No tints, so they know it's me in it Her pussy so good, I could go to sleep in it Says she used to listen to Goldie every day Not even knowin' that's HB on the flutes Straight out the bottle, baby, we don't need [?] Move how we want to, no we don't see [?] And she make the suite feel like a Moulin Rouge Moving at our own pace, we can't lose Watching the flower bloom, that's how sweet flow is Floatin', [?] turn them into roses Pasadena on my mind, free Big Hit When you touch down, I got it even more lit, nigga [Outro:] Half-A-Mil I get mine the fast way! I get mine the fast way! I get mine the fast way!