QUILLS

By Lord Sko

On MUSEUM

Released on October 6, 2021

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[Verse 1: Lord Sko]

I got no problem with honesty

Straight from the heart on the hardest beats

Lotta these copy's and wannabes having me board with the game No monopoly

Hotter than Curry So I went and shot the 3

Freddie Krueger if they wanna sleep

Getting messy moolah from the lottery

Put in my two cents

So nobody stopping me

Y'all stupid ain't using it properly

Hit your medulla so hard make you wanna think

After acid tripping

And them bad decisions

That creep back up and haunting you constantly

Not a boss you just got some autonomy

Sorry rappers owe apologies

To the coliseum when there not a peep

Cuz your anthems all got em like Colins knee

They can't stand you

Think all your bitches is ran through

And all of em flex on the gram when the cameras out

Cause that's what vanity can do

I ain't judging cuz I'll do the same on occasion

But face it goddamn it I am cute

But I'm still with them sticks like bamboo

Tell your mans move

'Fore he get his head wet up like shampoo

Fist clenched since a kid been a handful

Sixth sense lemme switch when they stand still

When I scribble I'm splitting the damn quill

Road running and tipping the anvil

Off the cliff it might hit you and land smooth

I don't pity your head in the sand dunes

Flipping the hourglass

I watch the city over candles

As my grand view, Uh

Brink of the skitz

Making looney toons

Still twisting a spliff like a rubik's cube

Got the square in my hand when I'm losing cool

Know the fair weather fans gonna boo at you

When the heat check isn't humid too

Taking deep breaths 'fore shoot the hoop (Yeah)

Said I'm genius

And they knew it's true (What)

Couldn't teach this like it's buellers school


[Verse 2: Dre Wave$]

Catch me twisting up a finger this ain't ASL

Haters fail to treat me like a stranger

So they staying stale

Made the bail

Later from the clank and couldn't shake the 12

One hand on the 9

Check the time

Gotta make a sale

Boy I do this for the have nots

And every shorty without ass shots

I got the proof in the back drop

Put on the suit like a mascot

And I'm living in the same place

That fucked around and got my dad shot

I put the pain in a backwood

I ain't stopping til I'm back top

I can't save you from a wager

Time to settle up, yeah

I'm embracing all the danger think I said enough of

Gettin faded at the dager

I ain't tell em nothin

Picking craters out your face

That's how I got it bussin'