Smoke

Swallow this pill your vision clearly distorted bruh
Furious Styles I'm metaphorically Morpheus
Fathered your style won't hesitate to orphan ya
My powers out of your range no mighty morphing bruh
I see the trill in her eyes
Pass, I'm catching the vibe
Smoking, soak in the views
I'll think I'll make her my muse
I'm with a pretty Peruvian pussy passion fruit
Skin porcelain smooth, privates proportionate too
Señorita sweeter than sangria just add the juice
My transportation for two, I couldn't afford the roof
She like Henny with no chase, I like my Remy with OJ
In my ride you get no play
Your new name should be Jose
Playing picture me rollin, feel like Pac out in Oakland
Feel like Pimp in Port Arthur
I feel like Snoop when we smoking
This for my niggas daughters, feel like Nas in NY
Shout out to Evie and Mya
I feel like Ye in The Chi

Funeral for the fake, night owl for the snakes
You always running your mouth, I do the race for the cake
You be doing least but you be talking the most
You must be poppin' them xans, you must be smoking that dope
Spill blood on the leaves before I hang from a rope
Got niggas jockin my steez, I got my foot on they throat
Niggas say they can't breathe, I thought they wanted smoke
Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
Hol' Up, Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
Yea, Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
Spill blood on the leaves before I hang from a rope
Got niggas jockin my steez, I got my foot on they throat
Niggas say they can't breathe, I thought they wanted smoke
Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote

I feel like Martin, marching thru Mississippi
I feel like Willie last of the trill hippies
I think I'm Huey P, I feel like Malcolm X
I'm out here wearing berets, these niggas wearing berets
Fake shit I detest with all due disrespect
If ain't bout a check, no need to stress when you blessed
That clearly ain't hush you puffin, I caught you niggas bluffin
You ragamuffins, you Uncle Ruckus, I'm Fredrick Douglas
I got this shit in the bag should work at Kroger or Publix
No reference to Lauren London but this that new new Republic
Stay outta sight from the public
Talk that shit and you love it
See my style and they dub it
Niggas front like they thuggin
Make one call to my cousin
Packing heat like an oven
Same ones mean muggin
Be same ones runnin
The same ones cluckin
Be the same ones duckin
Got no time for the fussin
Nat Gang, nothing above it

Funeral for the fake, night owl for the snakes
You always running your mouth, I do the race for the cake
You be doing least but you be talking the most
You must be poppin them xans, you must be smoking that dope
Spill blood on the leaves before I hang from a rope
Got niggas jockin my steez, I got my foot on they throat
Niggas say they can't breathe, I thought they wanted smoke
Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
Hold Up, Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
Yea, Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
Spill blood on the leaves before I hang from a rope
Got niggas jockin my steez, I got my foot on they throat
Niggas say they can't breathe, I thought they wanted smoke
Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote