Lucy Says High

Lucy Says High - Skully Cruz x Synik
Prod By. DJ Burn One

Verse 1 [Skully]

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 [Skully]

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 [Skully]

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