Clear the Smoke
Yeah yeah
Ummm check it
I just wanna hit the stage
Cause i be killin at my shows And
When I write my music make you
Feel it in ya soul Don't
Ever want a problem
Cause the truth could be exposed
Yeah
Clear the smoke you dont want that fever
Real talk you dont want dat either
I'm just hit a mill
So I could check off on my goals
Got my young boys coming up
They keep me on my toes
I'm forever making money
Gotta bring that bag home Yeah
Clear the smoke you don't want that Fever
Real talk you don't want that either
Hold up and stop press
You now rocking wit long islands best
So Get familiar please get familiar
I ride or die for my la familia
You choose sides
I'm a die a real one
I'm a touch da world
Yeah I got a feeling
All Men women and children
What you think I'm out here building
A empire I need a empire
I'm chasing. All these billions
Like a Master minds im brilliant
When its music time I winning
Gotta go for mines. I'm saying
These are chess moves I'm making
Ain't no room in here to be playing
Not enough space to be faking
Now Hold up let me slow it up
Cause my brain up in here racing
Chasing opportunity Hip-hop my Community
So this ain't nuthin new to me
Im here to tell da truth
Tryna get my pockets right
So I could really raise the roof
I just wanna hit the stage
Cause i be killin at my shows And
When I write my music make you
Feel it in ya soul Don't
Ever want a problem
Cause the truth could be exposed
Yeah
Clear the smoke you don't want that fever
Real talk you don't want that either
I'm just hit a mill
So I could check off on my goals
Got my young boys coming up
They keep me on my toes
I'm forever making money
Gotta bring that bag home Yeah
Clear the smoke you don't want that Fever
Real talk you don't want that either
Clear the smoke you don't want that no
I'm out hea tryna get dat doe
Bag after bag I need sum moe cause
Property is wat im tryna own
Like 1 comma 2 comma 7 figures
Yeah that's the goal
Add it up I want to hit that ten
They'll be mad as fuck if I catch win
Its crazy tryna make way for my Babies
Pull up in that Mercedes
Give em a real reason to hate me
Now hate me cause da
Inside like mash potatoes
The Outside looking gravy
Got Niggaz looking dumb founded
Don't ever try to play me
This is real talk I'm a different bread
Different sauce I got different needs
This recipe for family
Got family ties like da mob guys
All you outsiders could all die
Eat a dick wit a side of fries
Wit A hater shake To make it Certified
We don't ever break
Cause We multiple we multiple
Ummm check it
I just wanna hit the stage
Cause i be killin at my shows And
When I write my music make you
Feel it in ya soul Don't
Ever want a problem
Cause the truth could be exposed
Yeah
Clear the smoke you dont want that fever
Real talk you dont want dat either
I'm just hit a mill
So I could check off on my goals
Got my young boys coming up
They keep me on my toes
I'm forever making money
Gotta bring that bag home Yeah
Clear the smoke you don't want that Fever
Real talk you don't want that either
Hold up and stop press
You now rocking wit long islands best
So Get familiar please get familiar
I ride or die for my la familia
You choose sides
I'm a die a real one
I'm a touch da world
Yeah I got a feeling
All Men women and children
What you think I'm out here building
A empire I need a empire
I'm chasing. All these billions
Like a Master minds im brilliant
When its music time I winning
Gotta go for mines. I'm saying
These are chess moves I'm making
Ain't no room in here to be playing
Not enough space to be faking
Now Hold up let me slow it up
Cause my brain up in here racing
Chasing opportunity Hip-hop my Community
So this ain't nuthin new to me
Im here to tell da truth
Tryna get my pockets right
So I could really raise the roof
I just wanna hit the stage
Cause i be killin at my shows And
When I write my music make you
Feel it in ya soul Don't
Ever want a problem
Cause the truth could be exposed
Yeah
Clear the smoke you don't want that fever
Real talk you don't want that either
I'm just hit a mill
So I could check off on my goals
Got my young boys coming up
They keep me on my toes
I'm forever making money
Gotta bring that bag home Yeah
Clear the smoke you don't want that Fever
Real talk you don't want that either
Clear the smoke you don't want that no
I'm out hea tryna get dat doe
Bag after bag I need sum moe cause
Property is wat im tryna own
Like 1 comma 2 comma 7 figures
Yeah that's the goal
Add it up I want to hit that ten
They'll be mad as fuck if I catch win
Its crazy tryna make way for my Babies
Pull up in that Mercedes
Give em a real reason to hate me
Now hate me cause da
Inside like mash potatoes
The Outside looking gravy
Got Niggaz looking dumb founded
Don't ever try to play me
This is real talk I'm a different bread
Different sauce I got different needs
This recipe for family
Got family ties like da mob guys
All you outsiders could all die
Eat a dick wit a side of fries
Wit A hater shake To make it Certified
We don't ever break
Cause We multiple we multiple
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Mixon
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