Ski Mask Way Half-A-Mil (Hit-Boy & DOM KENNEDY)

[Sample:]
- "Man, I can't believe this. They was gonna burn all this shit
All this shit, and a nigga can't even find a job."
- "Well, that's Uncle Sam for you, baby. Money to burn."

[Intro:]
I get mine the fast way!

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]
Ski mask way, yeah
These niggas finna know we serious
The custom made suede interiors
You see it driving by the superior, uh
King Parade veteran, home [?] games at the Colloseum
From the cradles to the mausoleums
Either it has be Bruins or the [?]
Stay humble, stay hungry, I was both of 'em
Rose gold, white gold Rollie, need both of 'em
All folks look at me and say "he knows somethin'"
Man, we got more comin', so... Let it spill
And you know I got a place we can chill
Nobody gon' hear your screams in a fear
Rocking at least 300 times in a year
[?] land at Heathrow in the morning, if it's clear
Little salt and peppa on the fish and chips
Boutiques in Germany, I'm the shit
Talking bout the top 20, I'm the list
I only talk facts, baby, get you some of that
Baby, born in '84, was a G by '86
No rapper formed against me shall prosper, y'all missed
Hit her with some birthday sex, it was a wish
If you see all the signs in the air, take the hint