Oil Base - Westside Gunn

Camouflage Monk

Peace, Lord

Ayo, somebody hand me the fucking ashtray

Ayo, the sky getting darker

Staring out the Bentley coupe, red fuel I spark up

Where I’m from, little niggas redrum

Flush the work if the FEDs come

Dome shot, that nigga’s head spun

In the cell like «Why me?»

Been trill, just all Mets, the royal and blue i3s

Big 40 stupid

Lately my money looking blueish

Reading PSIs, you gotta prove it

Two tone stingray made 'em sick

At the dice game, bitches say our nigga rich

4−5-6, I’m the shit

Leave fiends with the nasal drip

SC gang, we the motherfuckers doing it

All you rap niggas, we’ll ruin ya

Blow stains on the Basquiat

Donatello said Gianni got shot

This can’t be life, Lord

Some days I wanna leave it

And go see Bacon for one day

Some days I wanna leave it

And go see for one day

Ayo, hopping out the drop-ins in moccasins with Glock 10s

Fuck with anybody, put 9 him

Said the nigga that was near me

I be having dreams that my own niggas killed me

straps on the ARs, relax

Pervert 17 on my back

Victims of hypebeasts decorated on cells

With 'Rari pulled pages, Jesus hanging on the anchor

That was back in like '96

Not to convince, remix that nigga brick

We could go to war with the best

Headshots 'til it ain’t nothing left

Tryna sell at least a brick a night

Rather get life than rock the same thing twice

They said the nigga ain’t the same

Paint-splatter Margielas on the poplar

Oh well

Some days I wanna leave it

And go see Bacon for one day

Some days I wanna leave it

And go see for one day

So fishscaled

So oil based

So fishscaled

So oil based

So fishscaled

So oil based

So fishscaled

So oil based