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Lucy Says High — Skully Cruz x Synik

Prod By. DJ Burn One

Verse 1

This ain’t a gimmick this a hustle

Climbing on the walls like I’m Knuckles

And pushing bitches into puddles

I ain’t laying down my jacket in the water

Im trying to go harder so bitch don’t even fucking bother

Im coughing up my lungs, Im higher than the sun

And I’m shining on you motherfuckers look what I’ve become

Bitch Im crazy, I rather fucking chill and be lazy

On my zombie shit now so nobody can save me

Pray for me, Faithfully, Smoking on the naked tree

Im thinking it was made for me, It was written they can see

Eyes in the back of me, Your mad to see me happily

Don’t be a casualty, We’ll drink your blood in daiquiris

Leave you in the mud just for thinking of attacking me

Take it to the faculty, Demand a bigger salary

Pay for my presence bitch, This other shits irrelevant

Medicine, Coming for your brain you gone let us in

Verse 2 (Synik)

Now let us in, or we coming through by force

Ninjas swinging through your windows digging up through

Your floorboards

Fly low bro we only move for-wards

Shaking up the game with the use of just four words

The South is rising

No prophesying

We sitting high, moving fast

Yeah we tidal wave riding

Super fresh nigga yes, my dough still rising

Make rivers run up out your wife like I’m a young Poseidon

Catch me at the light, I’m leaning left, don’t trip I’m vibin

Spark it up and find my book and then I practice scribing

Super cool, I’m in the pool even when I’m driving

Silly children go karting while I’m motorcycling

Been in the Dojo now I keep that, White Lotus flow

Wouldn’t recommend you going toe to toe

Every track and challenger meet the blade of my daito

Calling up my congregation for the rap revival

Verse 3

I never been, Pussy i been schooling rookies ever since

Double o' seven bitch i do it with my brethren

Coalition kill em all, Motherfucker feel em all

Skinny little nigga but my confidence is big and tall

Sipping sauce, Trying to get this stupid bitch to lick my balls

If i was a Poke’mon, Man i would of been evolved

Fucking up a Caterpie, Trainers getting mad at me

Big headed bitches ima bring em down with gravity

Rapidly, Matter fact I’ll slap them with a magazine

Cozmo, Switch that motherfucker for a live ho

On my way to 8th street, So I’m moving hasty

Bitch I’ll eat your face cuz its sweeter than a pastry

They keep, Second guessing me like its a maybe

Baby, I been siccmade with some rabies

Since i was a young lad, I ain’t really want that

All i wanted was some fucking money, Where the funds at

Verse 4 (Synik)

Yep that’s the cheese, we ain’t talking (a)bout no lactose

Acquire dough then we’ll be slamming Cadillac doors

Stack hoes, in the back after rocking a packed show

Pimp on naive virgins then convert them into seasoned pros

This nigga came up on me with some pussy beef

His, chick coochie Communist and everybody getting a piece

Niggas test driving it, but ain’t nobody sign the lease

Can’t wife no ho, now get rolled on or step aside please

Rhyme scheme God of War III

Rock a golden fleece

Mythical

Black Plague, HIV, I’m sicker bro

Cash in on these golden bars cop a condo in Pimlico

It’s Synikal

Hot as the place where supposed sinners go

SkullyCruz/FlyLow

Forever kinfolk

Know he’ll be the same when I’m rich

Just like when we was broke

Rolling up a ball bat, I got a fading buzz

Always lose my lighters hurry up and pass that fire cuhz

Verse 5

In a sec, Im about to light another cigarette

Niggas get, Indirect, Talking to a silhouette

Skully Cruz and Synikal, Heading to the pinnacle

Niggas saying that they rock, Crush them into minerals

General, Trying to get this bitch to suck my genitals

Facebook shit subliminal, Keep it at a minimal

Cruising bitch I’m in a boat, Spacing out in intervals

Every time this nigga flow, I make this shit so critical

Criminal, Murder the beat and take it back to the crime boss

Everybody think that they can fuck with Skully but motherfucker I’m on

Some other shit you ain’t ever seen, You wack motherfuckers ain’t getting me

If you want that recipe, you might as well go invest in me

Extacy, Fucking this game in the ass i ain’t even gone ask

If i see an opening well shit i ain’t even gone pass

Unless we be high and getting green, Pass that mic to the left of me

Give that shit to Synik man, Kill that shit nigga rest in peace

Verse 6 (Synik)

Crashing contemporaries, digging up graves of the classics

Been on the edge for several years now, a Dallas Maverick

Niggas get on with good promotion, only rapping average

Papa was cold on these broads, so now his son’s a savage

Let’s blow a patch of cabbage

If you trying to fly with me, you gotta check your baggage

Not your therapist

Don’t want to hear your problems, I promise you I don’t care a bit

Stomp all on they dreams with Jordan’s printed like elephants

Well traveled baby, I’m rarely outta my element

They be like «You ain’t shit!»

Once I hit, they swear I’m Heaven-sent

Spitting in the cyphers I’m leaving nothing but skeletons

Always keep it real, with no presence of embellishment

It’s over for you clowns and jesters

Every lesson can’t be learned by lectures from professors

Trial and error

Don’t you fold up under all the pressures

Would you rather Xterras or the Panamera?

Let’s get this shit together