Smoove & Heavenly
I feel like a Pegasus pedestal stepping
Please somebody come medal me
I'm flying They sayin I'm out of control
They stumbling tryna catch up with me
They pushing 100 they breaking they limits
My dash it only say 70
They gassing out they passing out
I'm moving through lanes so heavenly
Halo on my head black all on my shoulders
Suit and tie I had to buss out wit the loafers
I look around and i see angels they all over
I see some demons too they all in here they close up
Demons be masked up, they lying to ya, lying to ya
Angels be gassed up, they guiding you, guiding you
You gotta pick what path ya choosing, can't decide for ya
I'm Smoove and Heavenly my nigga till I die I'm on it
I'm winning I'm breathing today
I got weed in my body I'm lovin my melanin
I'm takin my pictures wit fans and they bringing they momma
I told em to let her in
I'm bumping my shit in while I ride down the skreet
Everybody start looking and bumping heads
I'll stick to the green i ain't putting no shit by my nose
I ain't planning on bumping heads
Calling me boujee cuz I got standards?
Levels exist and it's evident
See what I see you'd be climbing with me but the class ya in irrelevance
01 Baby Im the head of my class Varsity just look at my letterman's
01 Baby I'm the head of my class Varsity just look at my letterman's
Fake love I see it I smell it
Stay Smoove everyday can't forget it
Left the pool yesterday still dripping
Slim bitch so you know I still tip her
Grim shit she be calling me the reaper
All star status middle of the season
I be wanting hella more but I ain't greedy
Phone be bangin on me thought I had a beeper
Phone banging
Shawty banging
Weed banging
Bed banging
Ben Franky
We be hanging
We be talking
We be thinking
Say Smoove where we going with this shit
Say Frank you should already know where we headed
Understood I'm just checking on the shit
It's straight we straight ain't no need to keep checkin
Smoove knocking at the door
You can open up, or I'm kicking hinges to the floor
Let me know
Either way I'm going in it don't matter what you choose for a nigga
Ima make it to the show
Suited up black down to the toe
Hitting 400 degrees better take me out the stove
I done found the recipe i got to stir a lil more
Wings bussing out my coat
Smoove and heavenly fasho
Aye I'm just oh so Smoove
Smoove and heavenly fasho
Aye I'm just oh so Smoove
Smoove and heavenly fasho
Aye I'm just oh so Smoove
Smoove and heavenly fasho
Aye I'm just oh so Smoove
Please somebody come medal me
I'm flying They sayin I'm out of control
They stumbling tryna catch up with me
They pushing 100 they breaking they limits
My dash it only say 70
They gassing out they passing out
I'm moving through lanes so heavenly
Halo on my head black all on my shoulders
Suit and tie I had to buss out wit the loafers
I look around and i see angels they all over
I see some demons too they all in here they close up
Demons be masked up, they lying to ya, lying to ya
Angels be gassed up, they guiding you, guiding you
You gotta pick what path ya choosing, can't decide for ya
I'm Smoove and Heavenly my nigga till I die I'm on it
I'm winning I'm breathing today
I got weed in my body I'm lovin my melanin
I'm takin my pictures wit fans and they bringing they momma
I told em to let her in
I'm bumping my shit in while I ride down the skreet
Everybody start looking and bumping heads
I'll stick to the green i ain't putting no shit by my nose
I ain't planning on bumping heads
Calling me boujee cuz I got standards?
Levels exist and it's evident
See what I see you'd be climbing with me but the class ya in irrelevance
01 Baby Im the head of my class Varsity just look at my letterman's
01 Baby I'm the head of my class Varsity just look at my letterman's
Fake love I see it I smell it
Stay Smoove everyday can't forget it
Left the pool yesterday still dripping
Slim bitch so you know I still tip her
Grim shit she be calling me the reaper
All star status middle of the season
I be wanting hella more but I ain't greedy
Phone be bangin on me thought I had a beeper
Phone banging
Shawty banging
Weed banging
Bed banging
Ben Franky
We be hanging
We be talking
We be thinking
Say Smoove where we going with this shit
Say Frank you should already know where we headed
Understood I'm just checking on the shit
It's straight we straight ain't no need to keep checkin
Smoove knocking at the door
You can open up, or I'm kicking hinges to the floor
Let me know
Either way I'm going in it don't matter what you choose for a nigga
Ima make it to the show
Suited up black down to the toe
Hitting 400 degrees better take me out the stove
I done found the recipe i got to stir a lil more
Wings bussing out my coat
Smoove and heavenly fasho
Aye I'm just oh so Smoove
Smoove and heavenly fasho
Aye I'm just oh so Smoove
Smoove and heavenly fasho
Aye I'm just oh so Smoove
Smoove and heavenly fasho
Aye I'm just oh so Smoove
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Writer(s): Brian Otis
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