Chronic Smoke Outro
Smoke this last roach before I smoke my opponents
Tell their family it was their moment, and I send my condolences
Just cause I say it, don't mean that I condone the shit
But nobody notices, bitch I own this shit, this my only niche
Fingers got a phony itch, you ain't really popping off
The chronic smoke anthem, this headache won't be solved by Tylenol
Or be gone tomorrow, I'ma be here forever
Im teaching the class on how to rap
This dude still thinks E is for effort
Steady apply the pressure
That's what made me a diamond
And I get my rocks offs over all my opponents straight dying
Turning the heat up homie, I change up the climate
And after i get over this mountain and climb it
All you motherfuckers I son'd are gonna be smacked into Orion
You dyin (dyin, dyin)
Hit a flow like posidieon, my pen is my mighty triton
Your mind I try to enlighten, but my pen has an assignment
Now the stars are in alignment, and I'm slightly frightened
Chronic Smoke ain't the high, it's when we ride motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
Duck and cover, we let it fly on you suckas
(Boom boom) drop the sky on you pride filled buzzards
(Move move) out my lane, we cleaning house and all the cupboards
Chronic Smoke ain't the high, it's when we ride motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
Duck and cover, we let it fly on you suckas
(Boom boom) drop the sky on you pride filled buzzards
(Move move) out my lane, we cleaning house and all the cupboards
Back in, back then we was on Ralph Lawrence
I was rapping for the magic that's happens, but nobody warned us
It's would turn into obsession, an adolescent who had no parents
Or no message, it was possessive, zero progression, I was hopeless
But now I've grown stronger, mentally, physically
I never knew my drive was the number one thing killing me
And keeping me alive at the same time
That's why I bring my anger on track
And try to kill emcees
Plus I got a baby to feed, so empty out your wallets
This time, the shots, I call em
Pop him and drop him
Never proud of my mistakes
All I've ever wanted is to be listed with the greats
And now I'm caged in a rage
A maze Of my own making
Everyone I ever put on never thanked me
The giant was sleeping but now you wake me
Said you was coming for me, but I'm still waiting
Chronic Smoke ain't the high, it's when we ride motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
Duck and cover, we let it fly on you suckas
(Boom boom) drop the sky on you pride filled buzzards
(Move move) out my lane, we cleaning house and all the cupboards
Chronic Smoke ain't the high, it's when we ride motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
Duck and cover, we let it fly on you suckas
(Boom boom) drop the sky on you pride filled buzzards
(Move move) out my lane, we cleaning house and all the cupboards
Chronic Smoke ain't the high, it's when we ride motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
Duck and cover, we let it fly on you suckas
(Boom boom) drop the sky on you pride filled buzzards
(Move move) out my lane, we cleaning house and all the cupboards
Tell their family it was their moment, and I send my condolences
Just cause I say it, don't mean that I condone the shit
But nobody notices, bitch I own this shit, this my only niche
Fingers got a phony itch, you ain't really popping off
The chronic smoke anthem, this headache won't be solved by Tylenol
Or be gone tomorrow, I'ma be here forever
Im teaching the class on how to rap
This dude still thinks E is for effort
Steady apply the pressure
That's what made me a diamond
And I get my rocks offs over all my opponents straight dying
Turning the heat up homie, I change up the climate
And after i get over this mountain and climb it
All you motherfuckers I son'd are gonna be smacked into Orion
You dyin (dyin, dyin)
Hit a flow like posidieon, my pen is my mighty triton
Your mind I try to enlighten, but my pen has an assignment
Now the stars are in alignment, and I'm slightly frightened
Chronic Smoke ain't the high, it's when we ride motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
Duck and cover, we let it fly on you suckas
(Boom boom) drop the sky on you pride filled buzzards
(Move move) out my lane, we cleaning house and all the cupboards
Chronic Smoke ain't the high, it's when we ride motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
Duck and cover, we let it fly on you suckas
(Boom boom) drop the sky on you pride filled buzzards
(Move move) out my lane, we cleaning house and all the cupboards
Back in, back then we was on Ralph Lawrence
I was rapping for the magic that's happens, but nobody warned us
It's would turn into obsession, an adolescent who had no parents
Or no message, it was possessive, zero progression, I was hopeless
But now I've grown stronger, mentally, physically
I never knew my drive was the number one thing killing me
And keeping me alive at the same time
That's why I bring my anger on track
And try to kill emcees
Plus I got a baby to feed, so empty out your wallets
This time, the shots, I call em
Pop him and drop him
Never proud of my mistakes
All I've ever wanted is to be listed with the greats
And now I'm caged in a rage
A maze Of my own making
Everyone I ever put on never thanked me
The giant was sleeping but now you wake me
Said you was coming for me, but I'm still waiting
Chronic Smoke ain't the high, it's when we ride motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
Duck and cover, we let it fly on you suckas
(Boom boom) drop the sky on you pride filled buzzards
(Move move) out my lane, we cleaning house and all the cupboards
Chronic Smoke ain't the high, it's when we ride motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
Duck and cover, we let it fly on you suckas
(Boom boom) drop the sky on you pride filled buzzards
(Move move) out my lane, we cleaning house and all the cupboards
Chronic Smoke ain't the high, it's when we ride motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
Duck and cover, we let it fly on you suckas
(Boom boom) drop the sky on you pride filled buzzards
(Move move) out my lane, we cleaning house and all the cupboards
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Smith
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