Shmoke
You say you got shooters, where your shooters at bitch?
I don't really know why they be talkin' mad shit
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever want a hit
You say you got shooters, where your shooters at bitch?
I don't really know why they be talkin' mad shit
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever-whoever
Only thing these cats talk is violence
If I had five cents for all the rhyme-simps that talk snide shit about his side bitch or dry-snitch
I'd be vibin' wit diamonds on Hawaiian islands
You assholes just childish
I can't stop the miracle flow
Other cats blaze it fast, I'd rather steer it slow
Match raps back to back tracks appear as sheer gold
And you ask why this asshole has an ego?
Gotchu sad sacks screamin' please no, he's so evil
Bleedin' all these people
They told me hold your homies closely but your foes closer
I say leave those cronies smoked bruh
Go for the closure
You say you got shooters, where your shooters at bitch?
I don't really know why they be talkin' mad shit
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever want a hit
You say you got shooters, where your shooters at bitch?
I don't really know why they be talkin' mad shit
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever-whoever
Calmed off the marijuana medical
How I made it this far? It's a fucking miracle
Never thought I'd make I'd be one hell of a spectacle
Hysterical, is how I be
Constantly I'm ever-ready
To put on a front and act like I'm very steady
But really, it's a hurricane rocking me off my mental
How I be handlin' shit? I say it's accidental
Cuz how I'm fucked up? Accidents is incidental
Living off borrowed time like a Philippe rental
It's essential, that I'm within my mind
Can't see the darkness so to it I'm always blind
So I walk, deeper, into the jaws
Shit's getting steeper not a moment to pause
And ponder, if this is the path that I require
Or is it one that I desire to fulfill another's agenda
'Cuz my gender's has me marked as a provider
But fuck it, I do me though
You say you got shooters, where your shooters at bitch?
I don't really know why they be talkin' mad shit
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever want a hit
You say you got shooters, where your shooters at bitch?
I don't really know why they be talkin' mad shit
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever-whoever
To start off my day is never to play huh?
Delivery bars I send them by Greyhounds
What is your address, and where do you stay now?
I'm straight from the A-Town
Southside to be exact
I'm born from the Kings and the Queens
And Grady helped do that
I came from the bottom so I gotta push through that
Dreams, I gotta pursue that
They shootin' like Power Rangers, but how do you do that?
These niggas don't really know
They stealin' my humble flow
And where did that come from?
From the Garden of Eden
I got bitches from Sweden
These bitches be jokin' they trickin' and treatin'
They got to you easy
And the bad thing is
You rinse and repeat it
If your verse got deleted?
Shiiiiiit, it just wasn't good enough...
I don't really know why they be talkin' mad shit
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever want a hit
You say you got shooters, where your shooters at bitch?
I don't really know why they be talkin' mad shit
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever-whoever
Only thing these cats talk is violence
If I had five cents for all the rhyme-simps that talk snide shit about his side bitch or dry-snitch
I'd be vibin' wit diamonds on Hawaiian islands
You assholes just childish
I can't stop the miracle flow
Other cats blaze it fast, I'd rather steer it slow
Match raps back to back tracks appear as sheer gold
And you ask why this asshole has an ego?
Gotchu sad sacks screamin' please no, he's so evil
Bleedin' all these people
They told me hold your homies closely but your foes closer
I say leave those cronies smoked bruh
Go for the closure
You say you got shooters, where your shooters at bitch?
I don't really know why they be talkin' mad shit
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever want a hit
You say you got shooters, where your shooters at bitch?
I don't really know why they be talkin' mad shit
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever-whoever
Calmed off the marijuana medical
How I made it this far? It's a fucking miracle
Never thought I'd make I'd be one hell of a spectacle
Hysterical, is how I be
Constantly I'm ever-ready
To put on a front and act like I'm very steady
But really, it's a hurricane rocking me off my mental
How I be handlin' shit? I say it's accidental
Cuz how I'm fucked up? Accidents is incidental
Living off borrowed time like a Philippe rental
It's essential, that I'm within my mind
Can't see the darkness so to it I'm always blind
So I walk, deeper, into the jaws
Shit's getting steeper not a moment to pause
And ponder, if this is the path that I require
Or is it one that I desire to fulfill another's agenda
'Cuz my gender's has me marked as a provider
But fuck it, I do me though
You say you got shooters, where your shooters at bitch?
I don't really know why they be talkin' mad shit
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever want a hit
You say you got shooters, where your shooters at bitch?
I don't really know why they be talkin' mad shit
We got cash to blow fuck you tryna sneak diss?
We got free shmoke for whoever-whoever
To start off my day is never to play huh?
Delivery bars I send them by Greyhounds
What is your address, and where do you stay now?
I'm straight from the A-Town
Southside to be exact
I'm born from the Kings and the Queens
And Grady helped do that
I came from the bottom so I gotta push through that
Dreams, I gotta pursue that
They shootin' like Power Rangers, but how do you do that?
These niggas don't really know
They stealin' my humble flow
And where did that come from?
From the Garden of Eden
I got bitches from Sweden
These bitches be jokin' they trickin' and treatin'
They got to you easy
And the bad thing is
You rinse and repeat it
If your verse got deleted?
Shiiiiiit, it just wasn't good enough...
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Writer(s): Delaney Berg
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