When the Smoke Clears
Yea when the smoke clears...
And the smoke clears... (When its all said and done)
When the smoke clears...
When the smoke clears
And the crowds roll out
And the sun go down
And the birds fly south yea
Only want two things
For my time run out
Is my money in my hand
And my name out your mouth
When the smoke clears
And the crowds roll out
And the sun go down
And the birds fly south yea
Only want two things
For my time run out
Is my money in my hand yea
And my name out your mouth
Young nigga stay lit now the light bill crazy
Spent alotta time with the white girl lately
Still cruise thru the streets bumpin YouTube beats
Finna Kill em like Mike will made it
Fucked up but life so gracious
Show love when they feed off hatred
Came from the pavement look back down at the snakes
Got damn man the top so spacious
Took Ls can't fail no more
Imma real trapper need a scale on tour
Got what you need don't fall for the greed
Young Niggas gettin clamped tryna mail one more
Imma get rich take my self on tour
Pray I never have to see a cell no more
I'm the type nigga bring hell to your door
Ion really got time for the cell phone wars
All of this work gon get hit with this hammer
All of this money can't put this on camera
These niggas watching they flipping thru channels
Cuz they know they life is not meetin a standard
Imma get rich and watch all of em panic
We from the bottom and all of us damaged
Do what I want so I'm harder to manage
But I ain't gon stop till we all in a phantom
When the smoke clears
And the crowds roll out
And the sun go down
And the birds fly south yea
Only want two things
For my time run out
Is my money in my hand
And my name out your mouth
When the smoke clears
And the crowds roll out
And the sun go down
And the birds fly south yea
Only want two things
For my time run out
Is my money in my hand yea
And my name out your mouth
Im in love with the hustle, might just get married
Trapping ain't dead you might just be scary
Depend how I get it them prices gon vary
You stunt if you want and you might get embarrassed
We was just ridin with Mikey to Jerry's
A Daily remember that life should be cherished
Ball till we buried like Manny and Jairus
So two of my brothers got license to carry
Don't get it twisted I'm totin it too
Watch all of em hate when you Focus on you
Tell me you love me I'm hoping you do
Cuz I know who support me it's only a few
Hustle ain't nothin I really could choose
It's something I woke up had to go do
Got tired of trapping and sittin on stoops
Now I sit by the ocean to soak up the view
Ion wanna hear my name if the truth ain't there
Rosemary Hills Drive aint the safest there
I really gave back to my neighbors there
Foot chases there and caught cases there
Was small young nigga still take it there
All fears of the streets had to face em there
Watch grown ass men get braced for airs
Behind straps the size of of lil bacon bear
When the smoke clears
And the crowds roll out
And the sun go down
And the birds fly south yea
Only want two things
For my time run out
Is my money in my hand
And my name out your mouth
When the smoke clears
And the crowds roll out
And the sun go down
And the birds fly south yea
Only want two things
For my time run out
Is my money in my hand yea
And my name out your mouth
And the smoke clears... (When its all said and done)
When the smoke clears...
When the smoke clears
And the crowds roll out
And the sun go down
And the birds fly south yea
Only want two things
For my time run out
Is my money in my hand
And my name out your mouth
When the smoke clears
And the crowds roll out
And the sun go down
And the birds fly south yea
Only want two things
For my time run out
Is my money in my hand yea
And my name out your mouth
Young nigga stay lit now the light bill crazy
Spent alotta time with the white girl lately
Still cruise thru the streets bumpin YouTube beats
Finna Kill em like Mike will made it
Fucked up but life so gracious
Show love when they feed off hatred
Came from the pavement look back down at the snakes
Got damn man the top so spacious
Took Ls can't fail no more
Imma real trapper need a scale on tour
Got what you need don't fall for the greed
Young Niggas gettin clamped tryna mail one more
Imma get rich take my self on tour
Pray I never have to see a cell no more
I'm the type nigga bring hell to your door
Ion really got time for the cell phone wars
All of this work gon get hit with this hammer
All of this money can't put this on camera
These niggas watching they flipping thru channels
Cuz they know they life is not meetin a standard
Imma get rich and watch all of em panic
We from the bottom and all of us damaged
Do what I want so I'm harder to manage
But I ain't gon stop till we all in a phantom
When the smoke clears
And the crowds roll out
And the sun go down
And the birds fly south yea
Only want two things
For my time run out
Is my money in my hand
And my name out your mouth
When the smoke clears
And the crowds roll out
And the sun go down
And the birds fly south yea
Only want two things
For my time run out
Is my money in my hand yea
And my name out your mouth
Im in love with the hustle, might just get married
Trapping ain't dead you might just be scary
Depend how I get it them prices gon vary
You stunt if you want and you might get embarrassed
We was just ridin with Mikey to Jerry's
A Daily remember that life should be cherished
Ball till we buried like Manny and Jairus
So two of my brothers got license to carry
Don't get it twisted I'm totin it too
Watch all of em hate when you Focus on you
Tell me you love me I'm hoping you do
Cuz I know who support me it's only a few
Hustle ain't nothin I really could choose
It's something I woke up had to go do
Got tired of trapping and sittin on stoops
Now I sit by the ocean to soak up the view
Ion wanna hear my name if the truth ain't there
Rosemary Hills Drive aint the safest there
I really gave back to my neighbors there
Foot chases there and caught cases there
Was small young nigga still take it there
All fears of the streets had to face em there
Watch grown ass men get braced for airs
Behind straps the size of of lil bacon bear
When the smoke clears
And the crowds roll out
And the sun go down
And the birds fly south yea
Only want two things
For my time run out
Is my money in my hand
And my name out your mouth
When the smoke clears
And the crowds roll out
And the sun go down
And the birds fly south yea
Only want two things
For my time run out
Is my money in my hand yea
And my name out your mouth
Credits
Writer(s): Boubacar Barry
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