RIP To The Sky ft. Kasey Jones & WalaKalala Lyrics

So its 10:17 and I'm feelin like Gucci

Stay in the cinema life is a movie

I'm feeling like going out coppin some Ksubi's

I am a alien, feel like I'm Tunechi

I am an alien, outta this earth

This pill wearing off and I don't mean a perc

I'm still in the loft and I'm going berserk

You hear the organs, take em to church

Kasey: He got hit in his organs, I know it hurt

If I got it from Dre then it's probably purp

You aint gettin no money so how does that work

If your whole crew sweet then you probably dessert

Wala: And I'm feeling like Fivi cause I be on demon time

She saying she late it ain't even mine

You know I can't answer I hit decline

Ask me if I quit I did not resign

I got Salah with me and he don't even rhyme

I was with Zeus when I saw all the signs

I got a lot on my mind, uh

I'm sure you'll blow at a different time

We on the verge of just breaking the curse

I got the birds and I'm makin em chirp

My mind moving slow like I'm sipping on syrup

Suckin it sloppy I love how she slurp

I'm out in Maryland smoking on terps

Feel like im bubbling I'm boutta burst

She put the dope it her purse

Your shorty is mine by the end of the verse

I put the beat in a hearse so they having a service

High as fuck I'm in the whip and you know that I'm swerving

Feel like a different person

I roll a KD up, yeah

I wanna ride in that Bentley truck

They thought it was friendly you know that it's up

You switching positions you know I don't give a fuck

R.I.P. to the sky, you know we lit it up

Fuck all your parties you know they ain't lit enough

Better not worry about what is in the cut

Over at Wala's I'm rollin up indica

Uh, shut up when I'm talking don't interrupt

I feel like a barber been in the cut

I gotta go harder lets finish up

Shit fire like it started

I'm in the crib and I'm tryna make a Carter 3

I be on point and I ain't talkin archery

And no I don't skate but I got me a Carpet tee

Yeah, Im rocking the Carpet tee

I got a Carbine, Ar-15

I gotta spark em

It can get dark for em

God Zeus rocking the DRKSHDW

Rick Owen cloak, yeah I look like a leper

I only love my wife and the bank teller

Im rocking Rick Owens I dont do the Margiela

Glock 23 or its a Beretta

Im speaking in code, yup special letters

Free Masons, tryna put me in a jam

Im wearing Christos when I walk on the sand

Hebrew Israelite, Im rocking the turban

We was fluent in Hebrew, Im rocking the Needles

Yeah its U-N-I-Verse when I speak to the people

Country to country I feel like the Beatles