[Intro: Lil Skies & Dirrty Phil]
Uh, yeah (Ay)
It goes 1998, 1998 (And it goes like)
Uh-huh, another verse to kill (Ay)
Mac Miller (Uh-huh), let's go (It goes 1998, 1998)
Uh-huh, look, look, look
[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
See, I be steady rhyming, my timing is always overshining
Mix the rhymes up with some coke and lace the verse, I call it science
Niggas be lying, in this jungle just to be the king
Diamonds and pearls, my (bitches) they rocking the finest things (Yeah)
Define my name, Lil Skies about to change the game
Gold chains and a smart brain, I swear we're not the same (Uh-huh)
Broken promises and shattered glass in my past (Oh)
She drinks Ciroc out the bottle, she don't wanna pass
Forever showing my effort, you dudes irrelevant
No weed in my lungs, my thoughts straight intelligent
I hopped over an elephant like I'm heaven sent
Remember when I was broke and didn't have a cent (Yeah)
But now Lil Skies on that old school shit
My fans heard the song and they like, "This that hit"
Keep the beats coming, I could write real quick
Hold up, let me try and change my flow a little bit (Let go)
[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
My team is rebels, we throwing the finger to the devil (Oh)
Pedal to the metal, we toss these niggas just like some pebbles (Oh)
Eat 'em like he's Jell-O and treat this nigga just like a pillow (Oh)
We don't got no time for you fakes, so we hit 'em with the kettle
We making money and smashing on all of you dummies
My squad's full of gorillas, your squad is full of bunnies
We came up from being bummy, they laughing, but what is funny?
We eat 'em just like some gummies while the day is bright and sunny, look
The dope spitter with Phil, see I'm a mic killer (Yeah)
I'm high on life and I promise I don't need skrilla (Uh-huh)
I smash Insta, on Facebook, they all shook
Rappers stealing my style, they act like straight crooks (Straight crooks)
My shawty got a nice body, she say I'm cocky
I meet her all in the lobby, we stuntin' like it's a hobby
I walked in, walked out, she calling me "Papi"
By the way I beat it up, something kind of like I'm Rocky (Uh)
[Bridge: Dirrty Phil & Lil Skies]
Ha, I'm sicker than your average, average, uh
Who's really the shit?
1998, 1998
And it goes like
Ha, sicker than your average, average, uh
Who's really the shit?
1987, 1987
[Verse 3: Dirrty Phil]
Seizing the moment, these wussies rapping, I don't condone it
Just step up and own it, hit the track fast like a locomotive
And my tactics blasts back 'cause my style is so explosive
If you need the white boy with the heat, then I'm the one to go with (Oh shit)
The dope spitter with Lil Skies, it's Dirrty Phil
We been making hits like the Thriller, way I'm vanilla 'nilla
No second guessing, I'm spitting just like a llama stressing
Hotter than some lava shooting from the core so I'm a get
