No Smoke

I used to think basic
Working jobs that never paid me
I ain't sleep for 3 days straight
Up at night like a baby
Now we celebrate struggles
Poppin bottles outside the country
Broke ass niggas be looking at me
Like how he get so lucky

Look I'm TooHundred
Before money I was a suspect
Up next, smack around labels until they cut checks
Don't flex, pump fake niggas get pumped like boflex
Bitch i got this nine and this forty-four in the mattress
Accent, all in her words when she speak back to me
Asking me, threesome wit Kelly, Tasha, or Ashley
Actually, call up Nesha, cuz Nesha go n get that bag for me
She don't talk, she fuck good, she don't get mad at me
One thing about me see I'm WestSide representative
I be wit primates talkin business wit gorilla niggas
Crashed my whip, I bought another one by six my nigga
How you my problem, not to sure how he convinced by my nigga
Look I got options, give a fuck about yo politics
Batman and robin, you can find me where my shooter is
I get the commas, he gone shoot my nigga neva miss
Ima be honest, I fucked yo bitch cuz she a benefit
Twenty-five-eight I gotta grind cuz my mama broke
A thousand to pay the rent, ain't no money for no school clothes
Workin two jobs, selling that work, I wanna sell a show
Started this music and all i wanted was to fuckin blow

Niggas been dummy hungry, I promise we was hella boke
Brodie still owe you money, so how tf you still call him bro
Niggas be actin funny, cant never trust them niggas tho
Bitches just want yo money, won't eva see me love a hoe
TooHundred Tribe I can not hang wit you fake niggas
Management wit me, my team aggressive wit the figures yah
Call up the bank, we wire funds for a living
Then we bring that shit home and split a bag wit the killas
I been broke, so I aint scared to do a lot shit
We had hope, I used to hope through a lot of shit
Then we had dope, so I sold dope to a lot of niggas
Now I'm opposed, cuz most of y'all niggas is opposite
Just seen my auntie, I bought her groceries for the month
Tricking on bitches ain't fed yo family in a month
Pussy ass nigga banging he tryna ask me where I'm from
Bet I pull out that thang out and make the biggest nigga duck
Fuck all my exes, them bitches never made me dinner
Chewing on steak, sipping on Dusse wit my dinner
Moral of the story fuck these bitches keep on winnin
Half of y'all niggas still chasin pussy ain't gone get it



Credits
Writer(s): Dishio Thomas
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