Oil Base

Camouflage Monk
Peace, Lord
Ayo, somebody hand me the fucking ashtray

Ayo, the sky getting darker
Staring out the Bentley coupe, rearview I spark up
Where I'm from, little niggas redrum
Flush the work if the FEDs come
Dome shot, that nigga's head spun
In the cell like: Why me?
Been trill, just all Mets, the royal and blue I3s
Big 40 stupid
Lately my money looking blueish
Reading PSIs, you gotta prove it
Two tone stingray made 'em sick
At the dice game, bitches say: Our nigga rich
4-5-6, I'm the shit
Leave fiends with the nasal drip
S.E. gang, we the motherfuckers doing it
All you rap niggas, we'll ruin ya
Blow stains on the Basquiat
Donatello said Gianni got shot
This can't be life, Lord

Some days I wanna leave here
And go see Bacon for one day
Some days I wanna leave here
And go see Chine Gun for one day

Ayo, hopping out the drop Benz, Mascino moccasins with 
Glock 10s
Fuck with anybody, put 9 him
Said the nigga that was near me
I be having dreams that my own niggas killed me
[?] Straps on the ARs, relax
Pervert 17 on my back

Victims of hypebeasts decorated on cells
With 'Rari pulled pages, Jesus hanging on the anchor
That was back in like '96
Not to convince, remix that nigga brick
We could go to war with the best
Headshots till it ain't nothing left
Tryna sell at least a brick a night
Rather get life than rock the same thing twice
They said the nigga ain't the same
Paint-splatter Margielas on the poplar
Oh well

Some days I wanna leave here
And go see Bacon for one day
Some days I wanna leave here
And go see Chine Gun for one day

So fishscaled
So oil based
So fishscaled
So oil based
So fishscaled
So oil based
So fishscaled
So oil based