Skeme - Holy Grail Flow (Oversick Pt. 2) lyrics

[Verse 1 : Skeme] Young OG, straight out the "I" With the hallelujah Holy Grail flow Slim n***a, but his pockets thicker than them H-town and ATL hoes The day that you find someone better than me in this b**h That's the day that hell froze I made it this far from Crenshaw and Manchester Blocks so hot, that's the hell hole (hold up) OT Lb's of that Cali OG A.k.a we could send you some L-bows We don't be selling nuthin' less than QP's What the f** you gonna do with that scale bro? Escobar season, all year round my way But we get to knock at your tell bro Chef of extras like I'm Raekwon, Cuban Links So I'm serving clientele bro Underground King, like I'm Bun B Underground King, like I'm Chad Butler Need it all before I go, gotta have it b**h, when we started We ain't have nuthin' (hold up) Woke up this mornin', my mind was on money Been like that for years, every Monday to Sunday Hustlin' from Monday to Monday, she Tuesday to Tuesday Still drinkin' that drink, not on Dusse' Do what I want, give a f** 'bout what who say? When I say who say That mean him, him, and you say I kick the sh**, I mean kick it like Liu Kang Just hit the A, I might head to the Blue Flame 25K in this b**h, that's just loose change b**h that's our money, miss me with that new slang Hands-free while I'm parking this new thing Recline the seat and get head out your boo thang' (wait) [Verse 2: Skeme] Right.... This sh** here be over sick, I'm over sh** Like f** a b**h, it's over quick Middle fingers for the cam Like 'Pac and sh** Show you n***as how to ball Gregg Popovich I'm the type of n***a pull up and knock the fifth You the type of n***a, sit down and squat to piss Got a Migo, all we talk about is guac and chips Now hater n***a s** a dick, use lots of spit I go harder in that paint than Rodman did I ride 'round the I side with a Glock in the whip And f** with any n***a thinkin' I got dollars to get I've been f**ing over checks You just starting to get O.k. a n***a been trill, I live in the hills My hand on the wheel, and got a muthaf**in' license to k** And b**h my denim expensive, my clip is extended The cake in my vision I'm going for it, like its 4th and some inches Before a n***a fall off, get the sawed off Call a hearse for these n***as Get these bodies hauled off Fat mac on a Slim Thug, Ima boss hog Got Loaded everything out your n***a mouth raw Switch up stance, and throw them hooks south paw West side Ingles, but got a down south drawl You ain't came across a n***a like me (hell nah) I could have a hundred hands And I still wouldn't feel ya'll, n***a.... [Outro] Dead a**, f** you n***as talkin' about Over, over, over Look Im'ma start just.... Havin' a cla** for these little n***as to learn how to rap or something Serious 'bout that