Smoke One, Pt. II
Yeah
Yeah
Just spark the ganja
We riding
No time for drama, right
Just spark the ganja
We cooling
We bumping Dramah, right
Just spark the ganja
We riding
No time for drama, right
Just spark the ganja
We cooling
We bumping (Hey)
Yeah
NK
Yeah
Look
They trying to tell me what I ain't
Well imma tell you
What you won't do
Make assumptions
Get to tripping
Now that'll be the wrong move
I'm cooling, I'm chilling
Emotional villain
I'm leaving vultures, no ceiling
That's off the top
Never needed no feeling
Ain't nothing sweet
Bar none, can't fuck with me
The way I'm sending shots, lyrically
If you ain't got them yourself
Then you ain't putting no fear in me
Now let my words ring
'Till there's no answer
From my enemies
Easily flip the heavy tracks
Something like The Answer be
Look
I switch my style so effortless
You ain't even seen what effort is
So high I'll probably never land
Now it's evident evidence
Sure this flow is so Heaven sent
Probably never been relevant
In His presence could never stand
A second...
A minute or moment
No they couldn't hold a lighter
To the torches I'm holding
Bring the lighter fluid
And you know I'm gone off the gas
So when I spit
You know it's explosions
And then it's yo ass
I mean
Nameless killer
Who realer
Nobody touching me
Creating masterpieces
My thesis
Now Dramah drop the beat
Yeah
Just spark the ganja
We riding
No time for drama, right
Just spark the ganja
We cooling
We bumping Dramah, right
Just spark the ganja
We riding
No time for drama, right
Just spark the ganja
We cooling
We bumping (Hey)
Yeah
NK
Yeah
Look
They trying to tell me what I ain't
Well imma tell you
What you won't do
Make assumptions
Get to tripping
Now that'll be the wrong move
I'm cooling, I'm chilling
Emotional villain
I'm leaving vultures, no ceiling
That's off the top
Never needed no feeling
Ain't nothing sweet
Bar none, can't fuck with me
The way I'm sending shots, lyrically
If you ain't got them yourself
Then you ain't putting no fear in me
Now let my words ring
'Till there's no answer
From my enemies
Easily flip the heavy tracks
Something like The Answer be
Look
I switch my style so effortless
You ain't even seen what effort is
So high I'll probably never land
Now it's evident evidence
Sure this flow is so Heaven sent
Probably never been relevant
In His presence could never stand
A second...
A minute or moment
No they couldn't hold a lighter
To the torches I'm holding
Bring the lighter fluid
And you know I'm gone off the gas
So when I spit
You know it's explosions
And then it's yo ass
I mean
Nameless killer
Who realer
Nobody touching me
Creating masterpieces
My thesis
Now Dramah drop the beat
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Burt
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