87-98

[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