Smoking

Watch how I spit it
Through the chipped tooth
No Legs
10 toes in the fuckin venue
We finna eat the menu
The whole team hungry
4 Served it on fine China
So that mean we really
Dining at 5 star
With my bars
Could feed a country
Cadillac maroon
Bumping mm food
Countin money
Covered the entire county
But it isn't always sunny
Dark cloud right above my head
Is placed next to the bounty
I'm out of excuses to go out of town
I just dip
Stare at clock in my final seconds
Like jr Smith
I'm not with it
I'm Scott pippen
Quit bull shittin
Take my shot
I'm not missing
My shit hittin
Pulling up to the garden
Smoke out the parking garage
And my blunts about as big as Red Auerbach cigar
Not courtside
But I ain't sitting too far
Mix drinks expensive
But they made that shit hard
For ya boy
New Moon the team
Enemies get destroyed
This ain't even the album
Sending out a decoy
Y'all eat soy
How you don't want the beef boy
Team looking stacked
Like Lebron on the Heat boy

That's just the way that is goes
It's cold in Massachusetts
I've been waiting for the snow
Know nothing of

It's just the way that it goes
I don't keep up with most of the people I know
I know it sounds shitty
In a town not a city
Still feel like most of yall too close to me

I got what you need
Whether it's rhymes or it's weed
Shortlist of my priorities impede
What most would refer to as responsibilities

I got what you need
Would like to learn how to proceed
Got me feelin like it's 2014
And if you get the reference you part of the team

Fuck a referee
Check my percentages
I should move to Cali
But my suicidal tendencies
Lock me down they're limiting
And far from angelic
I'm grounded in the east coast
Smoking watching the Celtics



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Writer(s): No Legs
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