Second Hand Smoke
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Yeah, I put another .40 in the trench
At my worst, I will still drop 40 off the bench
Your block not gory and your shorty is a wench
OG cooking and I'm nauseous from the stench (OG chill, chill)
This a nighthawk and a mag
Say you fucked up one time
But you're talking to Vlad (you're talking to the police)
My Akhi need me, he call me I'm right there
You motherfuckers trying to kill something that's not there
Better to be a fisherman than given a fish
You were stuck inside the matrix homie, this is a glitch
This the bottom of the ninth boss, swing at the pitch
If we talk about Oricha then I'm bringing a witch
Son gone, I ain't think of his name since
The son knew I'm good everywhere like I'm Jay Prince
You one and the same as a opp
I know first hand leopards ain't changing their spots
Stupid
You ain't never ride, you gon' die
You gon' make me put these opps in the sky
They go bye-bye-bye
They go bye-bye-bye
You ain't never ride, you gon' die
You gon' make me put these opps in the sky
They go bye-bye-bye
They go bye-bye-bye
I've got a Ruger Security-Six laying around
And once I put it in the air I ain't taking it down
Motherfuckers must really think I'm playing around
I be building with the akhis I be breaking it down
How you supposed to get money while you laying around?
A dog know it's dying on its way to the pound
There was a lot of blood spilling on the way to the crown
This is stoicism, homie, I be playing it down
I'ma talk to your man later
And had a mask over my face like I'm Van Vader
Do me a favour, don't do me no damn favour (nah)
Shots is ringing out of the back of a tan blazer
(Boo-boo-boo-boom)
Homie, leave it alone
Everything is getting eaten akhi, even the bones
If it's something that you gotta tell me, leave at the tone
And it's Rock Island Armory, a beast of its own, yeah
You ain't never ride you gon' die
You gon' make me put these opps in the sky
They go bye-bye-bye
They go bye-bye-bye
You ain't never ride you gon' die
You gon' make me put these opps in the sky
They go bye-bye-bye
They go bye-bye-bye
Yeah, I put another .40 in the trench
At my worst, I will still drop 40 off the bench
Your block not gory and your shorty is a wench
OG cooking and I'm nauseous from the stench (OG chill, chill)
This a nighthawk and a mag
Say you fucked up one time
But you're talking to Vlad (you're talking to the police)
My Akhi need me, he call me I'm right there
You motherfuckers trying to kill something that's not there
Better to be a fisherman than given a fish
You were stuck inside the matrix homie, this is a glitch
This the bottom of the ninth boss, swing at the pitch
If we talk about Oricha then I'm bringing a witch
Son gone, I ain't think of his name since
The son knew I'm good everywhere like I'm Jay Prince
You one and the same as a opp
I know first hand leopards ain't changing their spots
Stupid
You ain't never ride, you gon' die
You gon' make me put these opps in the sky
They go bye-bye-bye
They go bye-bye-bye
You ain't never ride, you gon' die
You gon' make me put these opps in the sky
They go bye-bye-bye
They go bye-bye-bye
I've got a Ruger Security-Six laying around
And once I put it in the air I ain't taking it down
Motherfuckers must really think I'm playing around
I be building with the akhis I be breaking it down
How you supposed to get money while you laying around?
A dog know it's dying on its way to the pound
There was a lot of blood spilling on the way to the crown
This is stoicism, homie, I be playing it down
I'ma talk to your man later
And had a mask over my face like I'm Van Vader
Do me a favour, don't do me no damn favour (nah)
Shots is ringing out of the back of a tan blazer
(Boo-boo-boo-boom)
Homie, leave it alone
Everything is getting eaten akhi, even the bones
If it's something that you gotta tell me, leave at the tone
And it's Rock Island Armory, a beast of its own, yeah
You ain't never ride you gon' die
You gon' make me put these opps in the sky
They go bye-bye-bye
They go bye-bye-bye
You ain't never ride you gon' die
You gon' make me put these opps in the sky
They go bye-bye-bye
They go bye-bye-bye
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Luviner, Kevin Baldwin
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