Smoke & Hustle
Yeah, Aviator
Feeling like a legend- my new shit
My old shit is that cold shit
My focus is hypnosis
And that dosage is so potent
I'm feeling like a king on some Michael Jack
Bumpin' Billy Jean like its my final track
Smelling like a forest - know I got some loud
Lighting up my swisher - now I got a cloud
Higher than whoever
Aviator I was flyer than than the weather
Hear me haters I'll be dying for the pleasure
Line you up and lay you down
And set the fire to ya fellas
Got my eye on doing better
Inner-city street codes
Flying through the ghetto on some
Anybody beef those bitches get ditches
All riches get repo'd
All snitches get stitches - that's the G code
I'm going beast mode, eating up your 3-4
43 or deep zone, quarter key or Preist Holmes
I run it back, fronted that
A hundred racks, sitting on a hundred racks
Getting all that money back
And I smoke, and I hustle
We out here grinding like it's clock work
We go so hard we make the block hurt
And when I'm done I ain't left a thang
'Cause when I leave I'm taking everything
And I smoke, and I hustle
On them green backs I go Russell
Just lean back on my hustle
Supreme raps through my struggle
I had hell all in my eyes
demon all in my breath
Forsaken all by my God
-Oh damn, them was your steps
I had Satan all on my neck
But I'm still standing like man what's next
Got my hands up - that's called a protest
Get ya hands up, just give me 4 reps
I needs no breath, I shows no blemish
I be so fresh til the motherfucking finish
I need no rest Jaida please more business
Gotta keep that coming motherfucker I'm
I'm feeling like a king on some Michael Jack
Bumpin' Billy Jean like its my final track
Smelling like a forest - know I got some loud
Lighting up a swisher - now I got a cloud
I smoke, and I hustle
We out here grinding like it's clock work
We go so hard we make the block hurt
And when I'm done I ain't left a thang
'Cause when I leave I'm taking everything
Damn, Aviator, damn
I'm feeling like a king on some Michael Jack
Bumpin' Billy Jean like its my final track
Smelling like a forest - know I got some loud
Lighting up a swisher - now I got a cloud
I smoke, and I hustle-
We out here grinding like it's clock work
We go so hard we make the block hurt
And when I'm done I ain't left a thang
'Cause when I leave I'm taking everything
And I smoke, and I hustle
Feeling like a legend- my new shit
My old shit is that cold shit
My focus is hypnosis
And that dosage is so potent
I'm feeling like a king on some Michael Jack
Bumpin' Billy Jean like its my final track
Smelling like a forest - know I got some loud
Lighting up my swisher - now I got a cloud
Higher than whoever
Aviator I was flyer than than the weather
Hear me haters I'll be dying for the pleasure
Line you up and lay you down
And set the fire to ya fellas
Got my eye on doing better
Inner-city street codes
Flying through the ghetto on some
Anybody beef those bitches get ditches
All riches get repo'd
All snitches get stitches - that's the G code
I'm going beast mode, eating up your 3-4
43 or deep zone, quarter key or Preist Holmes
I run it back, fronted that
A hundred racks, sitting on a hundred racks
Getting all that money back
And I smoke, and I hustle
We out here grinding like it's clock work
We go so hard we make the block hurt
And when I'm done I ain't left a thang
'Cause when I leave I'm taking everything
And I smoke, and I hustle
On them green backs I go Russell
Just lean back on my hustle
Supreme raps through my struggle
I had hell all in my eyes
demon all in my breath
Forsaken all by my God
-Oh damn, them was your steps
I had Satan all on my neck
But I'm still standing like man what's next
Got my hands up - that's called a protest
Get ya hands up, just give me 4 reps
I needs no breath, I shows no blemish
I be so fresh til the motherfucking finish
I need no rest Jaida please more business
Gotta keep that coming motherfucker I'm
I'm feeling like a king on some Michael Jack
Bumpin' Billy Jean like its my final track
Smelling like a forest - know I got some loud
Lighting up a swisher - now I got a cloud
I smoke, and I hustle
We out here grinding like it's clock work
We go so hard we make the block hurt
And when I'm done I ain't left a thang
'Cause when I leave I'm taking everything
Damn, Aviator, damn
I'm feeling like a king on some Michael Jack
Bumpin' Billy Jean like its my final track
Smelling like a forest - know I got some loud
Lighting up a swisher - now I got a cloud
I smoke, and I hustle-
We out here grinding like it's clock work
We go so hard we make the block hurt
And when I'm done I ain't left a thang
'Cause when I leave I'm taking everything
And I smoke, and I hustle
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Writer(s): Aaron Bonds
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