THROUGH THE SMOKE

Through the smoke, through the smoke
Through the, through the, through the smoke
Through the, through the, through the smoke
Through the, through the, through the smoke
Puff some clouds, fill the room
Bake it out, hot box bool
Burning it down, bumpin some doom
Through the smoke, it's you know who
Neighborhoods Finest, elevating you

This ain't a massacre, this a smoke sesh
Fill your lungs now, let them decompress
Weed is too loud, but imma finish it
This the new style and it's definite
Man, why gotta bogart the sess
Bitch you a mess this the weed I bless
Tryna relieve my stress but these bitches they press
Who you tryna impress, the neighborhood we the best

Through the smoke, through the smoke
Through the, through the, through the smoke
Through the, through the, through the smoke
Through the, through the, through the smoke

Baked in essence, blessins through lessons
I progress then finding the best in life
That's why we burn dutchies through the night
Always equipped with blunts to toke
Choke on marijuana smoke
Make me spit so infectious
Magic Johnson aids if you heard it get tested
Cause you could get checked kid
Like nikes just do it my rhymes fluid
Translucent aint no liar I'm on fire
With my approach clouds surround
Where I go cause I'm steady burning
Down the roach rolled by Yode
Here we go gunnin down to victory road
No telling where will take it
Cause we shoot for the stars
Spit in this in my sleep like I'm dreaming bout bars
This shit so divine and it's elegant
That's why you mother fuckers could never tell me shit
The ones that think I can't and I won't
Don't know me so fuck you blow me
I aint your homie all you phonies
So I stay reserved to my bong
Feeling like we cheech and Chong
Up goes smoke then like clouds we float
Through the through the smoke

Through the smoke, through the smoke
Through the, through the, through the smoke
Through the, through the, through the smoke
Through the, through the, through the smoke

Kush God burn on a cross joint to begin
The funky skunky got a mother fucker lit
We only smoke on premium cannabis
Toss around dutches for the whole crowd to hit
Spread the green yo don't be stingy with it
Pass that down and around you know it's puff puff give
I give that Joint to worm toss a Tyson Ranch to Mick
Light up a fat bong for a ridiculous sick rip
Yellow yuckie fuck me up give my lungs a rough kick
Won't stop me from putting a helix to my lips
And taking hits til I drool dribble dribs
Bust two fat dabs from two little rigs
Engulf this place in a cloud so thick
That second hand high is completely instant
Getting the whole world stoned is my sole intent
I mean that with whole hearted sentiment
And you can barely see
Through the smoke screen yet immediately you know it's me
At the epicenter Grandmaster Yoda of the Green
I mean who else can smoke a mic
And all this weed simultaneously
Yoders so jazzy with that snazzy sax swing
Hahaha got you high as fuck can't open your E-Y-E's
Seriously it ain't nothing but a G T-H-I-N-G
Micken packs up a time B-O-M-B
You can cough, cry and puke I'll S-P-I-T