Intergalactic Icons Lyrics by Logic, Conway The Machine & Riff Raff
Its the [?] rock suburban
Hand [?]kiss the codeine curtain
With the ice on my T
Champagne Diamonds looks like ice tea on a white T
Im a write in cursive like [?]
Cars still pink like the color of the curtains
Prada on the surface of the purses
But Ima disappear if the purchase wasn’t worth it
Can’t put a price tag on the price list
Your wife bought her brides dress off of craigslist
Oriental blue swordfish
Sky blue chrome
Don’t put the barcode on the [?] Bob cat
The Lamborghini yacht was a very light [?]
[?]to the dry shed
I found my Fendi prints in fountain blue
Its the white Cuban down in [?]
Contrary to you I can work in a cubicle
Two [?] name my [?]
The raspberry Rod Stuart
I don’t talk about men or I don’t wear Ray-Bans
If you fuck up my funds we can never be friends again
Never try the rapper man
The cinnamon sand man
The airdrop was tropical
Life is an obstacle course
Of course I can take a college course
In how to drive a Porsche
But they will teach you about remorse or divorce
So why did I clap my hands two times both of my doors went up uh
It’s the hazelnut Harrison Ford
In a four door Dolorian
It’s the cinnamon [?] when I hit record
I need a Dior private resort
By age four my favourite show was[?]
I pull up on
Ay jo
Allow me and Riff smoke spliffs and sips fifths
Wanna make that drifts
This lyricism is like giving them gifts
Im [?] to these kids
On the grind like kick flips
I stay with 6ix sips
WhenI shoot from the hip that hits
Eighteen year [?] at the Ritz
Flex nuts in Luis tux
Lock it down like a horcrux
My flow gets more bucks than [?] a rap em all
Shine like Kenobi weapon
Im stepping on graves
Smoke grass and cut crack with blades
Skip class and catch [?]
My bitch got the best braids
High school my best days
As a criminal lord subliminal
Cause and effect
Slicing throats scars for your neck
Pause and protect
Never got my money straight always did it the Con – way
Older brother stayed with keys like Steinway
Not my way
Listening to the 312 at noon
That [?]
Why they
Hatin’ on your brothers that made it
You mad I blew up and you deflated
Pick the beat and I filet it
Spit fire like my first addition [?] with the ten graded
Thats half a mil easy
Moving [?] like weezy
My neck freeze
All this bullshit ya’ll talk don’t appease me
In a 67′ Bronco riding through money expand like
Majin boo fuck you
Logic a decade of runnin’
I leave em dunnin’
Throw you off a cliff and hit the roof the way I’m stunnin’
