Smoke
Smoke, never rollin' the tob' up
I need these lungs to rap and fuck
Run from law, they actin' up
Ain't tie it back, seen my hair from a distance
Now they on my back, creepin' in with persistence
Fuck they treat me different? Learned shopping with Pa
Employee on yo back, plus one in the front
Introduced to the cold world at four years old
Sim-pl-er times before dimples reminded me
Of booty cheek, now I lose sleep, loose leaf
Whole gram in the bowl man, we get to tokin'
Bitches see me rollin' potency, dope emcee
Said they tryna poke, replied I'm tryna smoke
Ya tryna choke on me, puff this for practice
Got 'em suckin' dick and doing backflips
Kid is sick as fuck, yeah I been established
(Combatt-ing with ass-es that thrash me
So na-sty, back wax-ing) no candle heat
Run my route Randy deep, tongue and mouth, plan to eat
Ran a heat with her, tip toe to the finish, curl 'em
Stoned like we curlin', girl gurglin'
Up in the early AM earning my yams
Stripes like 'didas, I be wise cuz B rea-lized
That we re-lies on weed and ice, yaw
I speaks my piece and bleed my vice
Blunt to the face, that tree, that spice
Gun on yo waist can't defeat this life
If I die today, I'd live forever, the internet forever
Young, rich, clever, two truths and a lie
Tryna boost my guise while I shoot you guys
Looped and tied, can't choose sobri-ety
Smoke, Heaven holding me by the throat
Smoke, devil tempting me, oh no
Smoke, better off with my eyes low
Smoke, never rollin' that Regin-ald
Step up in the room, everybody yellin' WHO THAT
Move back, that motherfucker crazy like the room padded
Straight fire, straight jacket, no filter, no filler
Move over, take yo bitch and tell her I'm her new daddy
Kiss the barrel of my smokin' gun, smoke and mirrors
Line my walls cause frankly I just like lookin' in 'em
Narcissistic, so conflicted, should I pull the trigger
Cause you're nobody 'til somebody, well you get the picture
Been a hard headed lyricist, put fear in they eyes, hate in they heart
Thoughts upon they mind about topics they'd be near to miss
People askin' why I do this? Tryna spread the word
Been a sinner but I got the nerve to preach something
Beats bumpin', heat runnin' through my veins and out my lips
Ain't bouta kiss no asses, at the same time still talkin' shit
While keepin' it a hunnid, Blink, and you bound to miss it
On a mission for money, hungry for recognition
Say a prayer for all the rappers that I've smoked
See them scurry, see 'em search for invisible cloak
My mission is clear, this isn't a joke, my vision
Got 'em wishin' that they thought of it, cause honestly, you know that I been
Hottest under sun and moon, hottest under every roof
Of every venue that I enter, homie what it do
Step up in the room, everybody yellin' WHO THAT
It's young Tommy in this bitch, who the fuck are you
If I die today, I'd live forever, the internet forever
Young, rich, clever, two truths and a lie
Tryna boost my guise while I shoot you guys
Looped and tied, can't choose sobri-ety
Smoke, Heaven holding me by the throat
Smoke, devil tempting me, oh no
Smoke, better off with my eyes low
Smoke, never rollin' that Regin-ald
I need these lungs to rap and fuck
Run from law, they actin' up
Ain't tie it back, seen my hair from a distance
Now they on my back, creepin' in with persistence
Fuck they treat me different? Learned shopping with Pa
Employee on yo back, plus one in the front
Introduced to the cold world at four years old
Sim-pl-er times before dimples reminded me
Of booty cheek, now I lose sleep, loose leaf
Whole gram in the bowl man, we get to tokin'
Bitches see me rollin' potency, dope emcee
Said they tryna poke, replied I'm tryna smoke
Ya tryna choke on me, puff this for practice
Got 'em suckin' dick and doing backflips
Kid is sick as fuck, yeah I been established
(Combatt-ing with ass-es that thrash me
So na-sty, back wax-ing) no candle heat
Run my route Randy deep, tongue and mouth, plan to eat
Ran a heat with her, tip toe to the finish, curl 'em
Stoned like we curlin', girl gurglin'
Up in the early AM earning my yams
Stripes like 'didas, I be wise cuz B rea-lized
That we re-lies on weed and ice, yaw
I speaks my piece and bleed my vice
Blunt to the face, that tree, that spice
Gun on yo waist can't defeat this life
If I die today, I'd live forever, the internet forever
Young, rich, clever, two truths and a lie
Tryna boost my guise while I shoot you guys
Looped and tied, can't choose sobri-ety
Smoke, Heaven holding me by the throat
Smoke, devil tempting me, oh no
Smoke, better off with my eyes low
Smoke, never rollin' that Regin-ald
Step up in the room, everybody yellin' WHO THAT
Move back, that motherfucker crazy like the room padded
Straight fire, straight jacket, no filter, no filler
Move over, take yo bitch and tell her I'm her new daddy
Kiss the barrel of my smokin' gun, smoke and mirrors
Line my walls cause frankly I just like lookin' in 'em
Narcissistic, so conflicted, should I pull the trigger
Cause you're nobody 'til somebody, well you get the picture
Been a hard headed lyricist, put fear in they eyes, hate in they heart
Thoughts upon they mind about topics they'd be near to miss
People askin' why I do this? Tryna spread the word
Been a sinner but I got the nerve to preach something
Beats bumpin', heat runnin' through my veins and out my lips
Ain't bouta kiss no asses, at the same time still talkin' shit
While keepin' it a hunnid, Blink, and you bound to miss it
On a mission for money, hungry for recognition
Say a prayer for all the rappers that I've smoked
See them scurry, see 'em search for invisible cloak
My mission is clear, this isn't a joke, my vision
Got 'em wishin' that they thought of it, cause honestly, you know that I been
Hottest under sun and moon, hottest under every roof
Of every venue that I enter, homie what it do
Step up in the room, everybody yellin' WHO THAT
It's young Tommy in this bitch, who the fuck are you
If I die today, I'd live forever, the internet forever
Young, rich, clever, two truths and a lie
Tryna boost my guise while I shoot you guys
Looped and tied, can't choose sobri-ety
Smoke, Heaven holding me by the throat
Smoke, devil tempting me, oh no
Smoke, better off with my eyes low
Smoke, never rollin' that Regin-ald
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Writer(s): Bruce Vanegas
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