Who Want Smoke?
As a youngin I was cooking up anthems
I was still running shit in my pampers
Summer baby I'm as hot as my tantrums
Flow sick, I was born as a cancer
Cops talking we ain't giving em answers
I might spazz on a nigga at random
Two girls tryna jiggy they dancers
And they both like to ride it it's tandem
Got this one chick she stay in Atlanta
She be lying to me saying I'm handsome
Niggas out here getting signed for ransom
Any problem that I had it got handled
Any beat I get on get dismantle
I can stand on every lyric I wrote
Ain't no doobie blunt papers or roach
But Blaq n Mild send a beat it get smoked!
In a booth I be giving em havoc
When I come through they scatter apart
Ain't no love I ain't sparing ya heart
Hold on let me gather my thoughts
Tryna pull up on the scene in Bach
With a driver just so I can relax
Throw party ocean view in the back
With model broads and they better be black
Just some shit I had to get off my chest
Still blessed ain't no reason to stress
Only thing on my feet is them Ree's
Tell Reebok they need to invest
Got a lot of ideas in my vault
Married to this music it ain't fault
Invited my all my ex's to the wedding
They ain't throwing rice they throwing salt
All these niggas do lie when they rap
All you hoes do is lie when y'all talk
Man I really murder shit every verse
I should write every lyric in chalk
Intermission let me give em break
Tellem throw a couple million we straight
Ima legend Ion settle for great
Put my whole family on a estate
Take chances learning from my mistakes
Cause I know Ima make it, it's fate
Till Dwayne standing here in my face
Call the judge tell him open the case
Let me hear it back
Hmm never mind fuck it I'm going back in
We ain't never side switching we solid
O.R.G, we just want our profits
For the kids tryna keep em inspired
Got em looking up to me as a prophet
No degree I done skipped out of college
Ain't no school bout to measure my knowledge
But my cousins better go do the opposite
I ain't hypocritical I'm just honest
Hold on tellem hold on, let me get my roll on like the Tymers
No degree, I'm 400 hunned degrees
I just turned the studio to a sauna
Up in school couldn't make it to honors
We was too busy dealing with trauma
But we still made it due to my momma
I just need a record deal for my momma
This here for my family and my momma period, nah we want the commas
All black in the watch we on nigga timing
Presidential looking like Obama
I was still running shit in my pampers
Summer baby I'm as hot as my tantrums
Flow sick, I was born as a cancer
Cops talking we ain't giving em answers
I might spazz on a nigga at random
Two girls tryna jiggy they dancers
And they both like to ride it it's tandem
Got this one chick she stay in Atlanta
She be lying to me saying I'm handsome
Niggas out here getting signed for ransom
Any problem that I had it got handled
Any beat I get on get dismantle
I can stand on every lyric I wrote
Ain't no doobie blunt papers or roach
But Blaq n Mild send a beat it get smoked!
In a booth I be giving em havoc
When I come through they scatter apart
Ain't no love I ain't sparing ya heart
Hold on let me gather my thoughts
Tryna pull up on the scene in Bach
With a driver just so I can relax
Throw party ocean view in the back
With model broads and they better be black
Just some shit I had to get off my chest
Still blessed ain't no reason to stress
Only thing on my feet is them Ree's
Tell Reebok they need to invest
Got a lot of ideas in my vault
Married to this music it ain't fault
Invited my all my ex's to the wedding
They ain't throwing rice they throwing salt
All these niggas do lie when they rap
All you hoes do is lie when y'all talk
Man I really murder shit every verse
I should write every lyric in chalk
Intermission let me give em break
Tellem throw a couple million we straight
Ima legend Ion settle for great
Put my whole family on a estate
Take chances learning from my mistakes
Cause I know Ima make it, it's fate
Till Dwayne standing here in my face
Call the judge tell him open the case
Let me hear it back
Hmm never mind fuck it I'm going back in
We ain't never side switching we solid
O.R.G, we just want our profits
For the kids tryna keep em inspired
Got em looking up to me as a prophet
No degree I done skipped out of college
Ain't no school bout to measure my knowledge
But my cousins better go do the opposite
I ain't hypocritical I'm just honest
Hold on tellem hold on, let me get my roll on like the Tymers
No degree, I'm 400 hunned degrees
I just turned the studio to a sauna
Up in school couldn't make it to honors
We was too busy dealing with trauma
But we still made it due to my momma
I just need a record deal for my momma
This here for my family and my momma period, nah we want the commas
All black in the watch we on nigga timing
Presidential looking like Obama
Credits
Writer(s): Garland Williams Jr.
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