Hollow Chains II

Smifhouse

Lately I haven't been rapping the same
Too many coffins made me also lack passion to say
I'm sorry for your loss, I can't imagine your pain
To stay focused, can't even have that in your brain
And my goal is so close, but my soul is so broke
Fake smiles, like the trapper that just boldy sold soap
Hollow chains
my past echoes though my gold ropes
Sometimes I smell blood
check if my nose broke, whoa
Load Toast
even the score
I can't even remember if we was even before
Adrenaline overpowers the pain
so I needed some more
In my veins
I be fiending for war
After that
I'm convinced that I need me a whore
Who ass is fat
bigger tits
with the sleezy allure
But she be setting niggas up
and not for success
when she be setting niggas up
The topic is death
I told her I ain't have a gun when I got me some neck
She thought i didn't have one and still slobbed it correct
Uh
If you asking if I'm cocky then yes
I'll run up on you
soon as it get rocky I steps
I dropped respected projects
the projects respect
We stay in hell,
Dave Chapelle
this is not an address
It's a production line where the powder gets cheffed
For what we sell shells flyin' out the side of the tec
Uh
They say Black Lives Matter
You killed your own
killed your own this time
Just because of a barrier
They killed my baby because she crossed a barrier and made a U-turn
You killed a child
She ain't do nothing to nobody

It is what it is

Cold world that we living in
with this vision it's
hard to see myself giving in
so you know I
tightened the laces on my timberlands
and kept stepping
When my ability to survive was my best weapon
you still playing the defense method
we tryna level up
from that repressed cheffing
To big business
I've seen a judge toss evidence that a pig witnessed
one day they'll say Smif did this
with a clear view
of the future
not the rear view
that's water under the bridge
for my peers too
Took quite a few years to
Understand
That I was built to overcome
Because I'm a humble man
When all I knew how to do was hustle grams
Or kick in your front door like I'm hustle man
you let him slide through the window like brother man
Cuz that ain't really your friends like your brother mans
What's the plan
cuz a band takes you further than your knuckles can
when you invest in the upper hand
and play your cards right
No more hard white
might go over heads
Like bottles in a bar fight
We see strings
and pull em BB King
I mean the way the team keep winning we need rings
It's Smifhouse
Move makers
Leave you haters
With the zip mouth

Stay out the fuck out the way boy