SMOK3
Gotta ratchet in my jacket
Brand new blues, always stack it
These flows food and all you maggots
Always askin why you braggin
Bout some shit that ain't even happen ay ay
I'm so fly, flow like Aladdin, this shit magic came from nothing
Always going, you all buggin
His shit stolen, my shit golden
You want smoke, but ain't do nothin (ain't do nothin)
Always stuntin, never frontin
Lonely shit but got my brothas
I cuff bitches, neva trust em
No you can not tell me nothin
Neva sleepin always workin
Gettin money, actin funny
Round the cameras, pop, a ambush (pop a ambush)
Pop up sold out, all new songs out
Don't want smoke... you finna choke
Big ass sword feel like I'm Cloud, finna make my momma proud
Niggas pussy, want free clout
Fuck her, make her scream and shout ay (make her scream and shout ay)
Set the stage for me one., bring out jason
How many times I did this shit (uh)
They tellin me that I'm up next
Show you a view of my life
Top five since 99
Soy sauce stained, kung fu killa
I'm the one that shorty sick of
I'm still salty she in DC
I'm in BK picking pieces
Of a puzzle I fucked up
She only wanted better
Really did try to keep her
She wasn't fucking with me so
We know, she glow, baddie Filipina
Took her to go eat some ramen noodles
Touched the hot plate on some dumb ass shit, hold up
Now I'm smokin, now I'm glowin
Flow is potent, omniprescent
Don't shoot me, kill the message
I'm not one you should mess wit
Jason sze don't feel no pressure
Every track my verse is better
Brand new blues, always stack it
These flows food and all you maggots
Always askin why you braggin
Bout some shit that ain't even happen ay ay
I'm so fly, flow like Aladdin, this shit magic came from nothing
Always going, you all buggin
His shit stolen, my shit golden
You want smoke, but ain't do nothin (ain't do nothin)
Always stuntin, never frontin
Lonely shit but got my brothas
I cuff bitches, neva trust em
No you can not tell me nothin
Neva sleepin always workin
Gettin money, actin funny
Round the cameras, pop, a ambush (pop a ambush)
Pop up sold out, all new songs out
Don't want smoke... you finna choke
Big ass sword feel like I'm Cloud, finna make my momma proud
Niggas pussy, want free clout
Fuck her, make her scream and shout ay (make her scream and shout ay)
Set the stage for me one., bring out jason
How many times I did this shit (uh)
They tellin me that I'm up next
Show you a view of my life
Top five since 99
Soy sauce stained, kung fu killa
I'm the one that shorty sick of
I'm still salty she in DC
I'm in BK picking pieces
Of a puzzle I fucked up
She only wanted better
Really did try to keep her
She wasn't fucking with me so
We know, she glow, baddie Filipina
Took her to go eat some ramen noodles
Touched the hot plate on some dumb ass shit, hold up
Now I'm smokin, now I'm glowin
Flow is potent, omniprescent
Don't shoot me, kill the message
I'm not one you should mess wit
Jason sze don't feel no pressure
Every track my verse is better
Credits
Writer(s): Kwesi Newton
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