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Lyrics

[Intro] It goes 1998, 1998 Lil Skies another verse to kill Mac Miller, let's go It goes 1998, 1998 [Verse 1: Lil Skies] See I be steady rhyming, my timing is always over shining Mix the rhymes up with some coke and lace the verse, I call it science Niggas be lying in this jungle just to be the king Diamonds and pearls, my (bitches) they rocking the finest things Define my name, Lil Skies about to change the game Gold chains and a smart brain, I swear we not the same Broken promises and shattered glass in my past She drinks Ciroc out the bottle, she don't wanna pass Forever showing my effort, you dudes irrelevant No weed in my lungs, my thoughts straight intelligent I hopped over an elephant like I'm heaven sent Remember when I was broke and didn't have a cent But now Lil Skies on that old school shit My fans heard the song and they like "This that hit" Keep the beats coming, I can write real quick Hold up let me try and change my flow a little bit [Verse 2: Lil Skies] My team is rebels, we throwing the finger to the devil Pedal to the metal We toss these niggas just like some peddles Eat 'em like he's Jell-O and treat this nigga just like a [?] We don't got no time for you fakes so we hit 'em with the kettle We making money and smashing all of you dummies My squad's full of gorillas, your squad is full of bunnies We came up from being bummy They laughing but what is funny We eat 'em just like some gummies While the day is bright and sunny, look The dope spitter with Phil, see I'm a mic killer I'm high on life and I promise I don't need skrilla I smash Insta, Facebook, they all shook Rappers stealing my style, they act like straight crooks My shawty got a nice body, she say I'm cocky I meet her all in the lobby, we stunting like it's a hobby I walked in, walked out, she calling me "Papi" By the way I beat it up some kind of like a Rocky [Bridge] I'm sicker than your average, average Who's really the shit? 1998, 1998 And it goes like Sicker than your average, average Who's really the shit? 1987, 1987 [Verse 3: Dirrty Phil] Seizing the moment These pussies rapping I don't condone it Just step up and own it Hit the track fast like a locomotive And my tactic splash back cause my style is so explosive If you need the white boy with the heat, then I'm the one to go with The dope spitter with Lil Skies, it's Dirrty Phil We been making hits like the Thriller way I'm vanilla 'nilla No second guessing, I'm spitting just like a llama stressing Hotter than some lava shooting from the [?] Armageddon