Smokescreen
I can't make it any simple
I am sorry!
I can't! I can't do it
Is my soul depressed?
I guess
Got no way to show the bros and these hoes the flex
Pretty bold I am told I get
When I check the code
It's Correct
It's blessed
All was good when I bought the gold for 11 an 0
Back when y'all were peddling Os
Meddling folks
In heaven he sits settling scores
For the 7 he sinned
Incredibly quick
These words were pleasantly picked
By this hellishly rich
Presently tricked
To feel that my kind won't ever exist
That's sublime!
Because my kind got one of me stitched
In my skin, I am telling you this I am here to WIN
Y'all can live the life
Your rents, the kids, the wife
The car, the couch, your crib
It's all about the biz
It's all about the nice little things that
Your little life could really bring
To your eyesights
But my vision, grown arisen
From notepads to phones
In the back y'all can't see it designed and packed
Straight path
When it first came out, did y'all see the lines?
The internet is mine
The sinner gets
Cheques written to the Royal Firm
Because the King is next
That's confirmed
I be in that shit, like my dinners next
The winners circle
Just the kid is left
To get the cheques
Now the man can get him checked in the ER
Pussy! We are feared
Like the See'er
That's why you think life can be as dear as your wife
So pops, have a good night!
I am sorry!
I can't! I can't do it
Is my soul depressed?
I guess
Got no way to show the bros and these hoes the flex
Pretty bold I am told I get
When I check the code
It's Correct
It's blessed
All was good when I bought the gold for 11 an 0
Back when y'all were peddling Os
Meddling folks
In heaven he sits settling scores
For the 7 he sinned
Incredibly quick
These words were pleasantly picked
By this hellishly rich
Presently tricked
To feel that my kind won't ever exist
That's sublime!
Because my kind got one of me stitched
In my skin, I am telling you this I am here to WIN
Y'all can live the life
Your rents, the kids, the wife
The car, the couch, your crib
It's all about the biz
It's all about the nice little things that
Your little life could really bring
To your eyesights
But my vision, grown arisen
From notepads to phones
In the back y'all can't see it designed and packed
Straight path
When it first came out, did y'all see the lines?
The internet is mine
The sinner gets
Cheques written to the Royal Firm
Because the King is next
That's confirmed
I be in that shit, like my dinners next
The winners circle
Just the kid is left
To get the cheques
Now the man can get him checked in the ER
Pussy! We are feared
Like the See'er
That's why you think life can be as dear as your wife
So pops, have a good night!
Credits
Writer(s): Harkarandeep Singh
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