Cold Smoke

I see I been on my countdown
Beating the clock
Anything coming through my hands
I'll make sure that it pop
I see you digging my style
It's 'cause I got it on lock
Can't seem to think of a moment
That I'm planning to stop

I got a couple of this
And I got a couple of that
But I got a whole lot more
That I'm not getting back
I'm throwing money like it's shit
And I'm not trying to brag
Cause honestly I'll probably be spending
More than I have
Now I sure love making pay
But spending's downright the funnest
And for reasons unknown
I spend the most on the dumbest
It starts with ten, twenty, fifty
Soon it's up in the hundreds
Before I know it my bills will rack up
More than humongous
Well maybe later
I ain't there just quite yet
I got a couple goals
That I ain't lost outta sight yet
But it's all good
Yeah, it's alright
I just hope that next year
I take part in the fight
It's not about the money or fame
Or numbing the pain
But to be honest
I do love the fact they're knowing my name
And you may think that I'm playing
Or that I'm somewhat insane
But in a decade I'll solidify
My seat in the game

I see I been on my countdown
Beating the clock
(Oh really you be seeing it like that?)
Anything coming through my hands
I'll make sure that it pop
(You ain't laying a single finger on my track)
I see you digging my style
It's 'cause I got it on lock
(Yeah, baby, you ain't lost outta sight yet)
Can't seem to think of a moment
That I'm planning to stop
(But I could think of a million ways to bite back)

Now from up in the stars
To deep down in the ocean
Couldn't find anybody
Who says they aren't in motion
But they don't care about bars
And they be straight overdosing
I don't know it's hot
But that's one terrible potion
Don't be sorry for me
It's the path I've chosen
But beside of me
All I can see is staring and posing
And I ain't got a book of rhymes
But if did, it'd be open
And I own my shit
So I decide when it's closing
As of now
The way I see it
All the doors that I've knocked
Are missing some common sense
If they remain locked
Is it the way that talk?
Or what I say?
How I walk?
Cause you can paint a pretty picture
With the way that I chalk
For every day that I fought
There's lovely pain that it brought
There ain't no money in the world
That can pay what I'm taught
And I don't claim what I'm not
So there's no shame when I'm mocked
But if you ain't in love with this shit
I'ma say that I'm shocked

I see I been on my countdown
Beating the clock
(Oh really you be seeing it like that?)
Anything coming through my hands
I'll make sure that it pop
(You ain't laying a single finger on my track)
I see you digging my style
It's 'cause I got it on lock
(Yeah, baby, you ain't lost outta sight yet)
Can't seem to think of a moment
That I'm planning to stop
(But I could think of a million ways to bite back)

At the end of this verse
Well you'll know what's it's about
That's the least that I could offer
If I want you to shout
Now it's all up to you
If you prefer chasing clout
But I feel like you should know
What comes out of a rapper's mouth
And this not about shade
I wanna say that out loud
But there's a whole lotta shit
That we'd be better without
All they do is talk ignorant
Don't know why it's allowed
Cause they ain't what we need
To be the voice of a crowd
But maybe it's me
Maybe I shouldn't be bitter
Maybe I should take a big step back and consider
That when I write about drugs, hate, love or some liquor
Not everybody sees what I'm tryna do
Is not be a sinner
What the hell is worth
Can you name a figure?
Maybe the key to selling more is selling out
Is that quicker?
If I continue to create all of these songs I deliver
I think that one fine day
I'll see my pockets grow thicker

I see I been on my countdown
Beating the clock
(Oh really you be seeing it like that?)
Anything coming through my hands
I'll make sure that it pop
(You ain't laying a single finger on my track)
I see you digging my style
It's 'cause I got it on lock
(Yeah, baby, you ain't lost outta sight yet)
Can't seem to think of a moment
That I'm planning to stop
(But I could think of a million ways to bite back)