Gold Metals

Smifhouse
Hellfire
Makin makin makin moves
Ayo any n*gga that hated
Can get obliterated
My life is like a movie but it isn't rated
I take the old school & the new school and integrate it
Instead of complaining and throwing shade I innovated
But I'm impatient
So for every minute waited
It's a temptation
To grip on this nickle plated
And slide by
Where you work
Or reside high
Turnt his pink polo shirt into tye dye
Made him disappear tah dah
One look in wife eye
We connected like WiFi
You think you f*ckin with smif b*tch its a naw
I'll hit that chicken's walls so hard the pictures fall
It's a team sport but I usually get the ball
Break it down, u need snort?, I'm usually in ya hall
Get in tune wit me I can tutor these killas dog
Or I can murk em' & turn they eulogies into bars
I keep a tool with me if I shoot it can flip a car
Blast off, nasa choosing to visit mars
But real talk I done seen some shit
They shot dan and it made dan yell cuz he a b*tch
A couple bitches told me they murdered my fetuses
And I just acted like I ain't know what a fetus is
Most of my n*ggas wanna see a brick,
Whip a key
That shit worth way more than a Kia whip
We grew up eating chips & honey buns
Now the drums look like a honey buns
You see the clips
Even young girls keep a stick
This verse serious
She'll pop you and get sentenced before her first period
Don't get ya cap peelt
Curiosity that got the cat kilt
For thinkin' he was sleeker than black silk
You should see how my Mak built or the pump
No hydraulics but it can make Cadillac tilt
You in the morgue on yo back chillt
With everything out yo hat spillt
Uh
For the love of the sleezy cash
No credit, no debit, no ez pass
Can't finance nothing, you still squeezing pass
How we squeeze the mag at a opp
That wanna see ya camp sleep in bags
I want the riches you can keep the rags
Don't want ya bitches they give drops like the beats with tags
I fell in love the first time I seent the Jag
My 2nd time when my cousin's dash, had a secret stash
Listen
I got more hoodies than the reaper has
I feel like fame's something I'm to discreet to have
You can't delete your past
They wanna see shells swallow us
On Jesus dad, the 12 follow us
N*ggas get wet up
Cuz they too shook for head ups
Every play I ever caught I thought it was a set up
I gotta thank god everyday Im bless to get up
I be surprised all the times me and death done met up
-SMIF
Double M
Hellfire
Dumping' my ashes inhalin' the finest
Thinkin' bout rules that been set out but some fail to comply with
We killed them out of town spots
And I buried the highway
Said if I gotta wife the game, imma marry it my way
Run through a quarter like Jordan
Ain't talkin' Deandre
It'll get shady with the rock like Benny and Conway
Rappin' like Hov but get knocked and turn to Beyoncé
I'll leave your bummy ass slumped in your burgundy Hyundai
Shit
These n*ggas know I got it on me sitting just in case
Can't trust a soul, b*tch say she pregnant then I'm checking dates
Y'all n*ggas got y'all little dishes but projectin' hate
I'm in the back gettin my sweat on n*gga pressin plates
You dropped that statement in 20 seconds or less to skate
Gave them so much they ain't even have to investigate
Business is business I tell him before I stretch his face
Don't fold that paper and hand it to me unless it's straight
I'm getting cake at an aggressive rate
Told my story to get a check, but I was in the pot checkin' base
Nothing less than ace
I ain't fit for second place
Mak 90 dent ya shape
Front and get sent to space
You wan' bust a move then check with me first
Believe the hype, I got more stripes than a referee shirt
Once you hit the gas on drama
It don't let you reverse
My big homie brought me hammers
But he lectured me first
You gotta pick up in the switch up
When you start to do good
They looking at you like a star but your heart in the hood
You know you gotta leave it all
And it's smarter you should
But everytime you left that corner
A part of you stood
Man I remember being lost inside that cell like a dummy
Didn't know what I was missing more
My girl or my money
When you get locked out from the world
Shit start to get funny
Man fuck the ones that disappeared
And the crackers that judged me
I came up eating from the bottom, just a fork and a spoon
Inside a crackhead apartment, bagging soft in a room
I got triple stacks, baby blue dolphins, and shrooms
And this .40 will lift your whip and leave you parked on the moon
When somebody die, that's when you really see if they care
Sometimes you gotta test the heart out, to see if it's there
They thought they had the drop on my hitter but he was prepared
Then the police rushed the scene but we wasn't there