RUMBLEWORLD SHMOKE
How many peons can't keep up?
That's all these
Turned into Leon, so I hit up Audee
Shmoke Sama, brings trauma, don't try to call me
Shmoke Sama climbed out, felt like I was falling
Stuck in the pit, Audee sent it, you call yourself "jit"
You are not on shit
My brother's a barber, and you could get clipped
Clip through the map, too much dip on my chips
I was doing the most, she was still by my hip
Bro just sent the pack, that's three critical hits (Three)
I view them as snacks, so I'm smacking my lips
Y'all in my way, not no solar eclipse
I'm thinking my hand meets your molar, it fits
Couldn't get a grip, so I grew up always pissed (Grr)
Distanced myself, moved with the stealth
Blades on my belt, first priority freedom, my second one health (Yeah)
Ain't having kids, bet I maintain this wealth
I ain't come up out of no basement, always been top shelf (Top shelf)
Never been stomped out on the pavement, but I did that myself
I'm a fucking Mohawk, and my bay a night elf (Night Elf Mohawk)
Donny made the stalk-walk just to bring me back from hell
You resemble Light, because you're worried about L's (Death Note)
Cyborg, Franky, soda on the scale, I swear I will prevail
Brodie told me give them hell, he knows that I'll never fail
You can't cross the Red Line, like that one whale (Laboon)
Can't understand the sand, then get a pail
I got fresh loaves, while your bread is stale (Damn)
Bakugo, how I used to scale, anybody that was wishing well
When I've been up the most, is when I tend to fail
The blind can read this and it's without brail
The deaf can hear it, make a pirate set sail
Can't knock my spirit, when I chase my own tail
Shmoke smoking one right now for King Marcel
None of my brothers finna rot in no cell
Ya'll been it, no, you all been frauds!
Devour every beat, you're facing jaws!
I'm a don amongst these so called gods!
But that's the homie (GodztheDon) who will get you gone!
How many peons can't keep up?
That's all these
Turned into Leon, so I hit up Audee
Shmoke Sama, brings trauma, don't try to call me
Shmoke Sama climbed out, felt like I was falling (Woo)
Stuck in the pit, Audee sent it, you call yourself "jit"
You are not on shit
My brother's a barber, and you could get clipped
Clip through the map, too much dip on my chip
I was walking in, I'm taking everything, pondering many things
Can't keep disasters from happening
Sonic, I'm after rings, this is the clappening
I bet when this drops, it stings
I was a "Baka" before I was King (Sivade)
That's who peeped me doing my thing (My thing)
Nerd core focused, since last year's Spring (Last Spring)
Swarm of locust, when we're taking your bling
Jack the Drought, when we pop out on ya'll scout (Ya'll scout)
I really doubt that my nouns could just run out
I tend to shout, but that's what my new gang's about
Letting them out, who's the ones I don't care about (Get them)
Time to improve myself, I'm going all out
You poorly planned, just like your new roll out (Roll out)
Verses ain't free, they've asked what the toll's about (Toll's bout)
If the venue crusty, then I'm a just stroll out
Can't dust me, you dusty, meanwhile I hold out
Oh trust me, luckily, bitch it's getting cold out
One day me and GalickZ, doing shows sold out (Sold out)
Can't name a better feeling than acceptance
Ya'll have let me in, my November blessing (Blessing)
I must be doing something right, I'm guessing
Dropped gems for me told me "Bro, chill with the pressing"
Chill out, don't at me one more time
How many peons can't keep up?
That's all these
Turned into Leon, so I hit up Audee
Shmoke Sama, brings trauma, don't try to call me
Shmoke Sama climbed out, felt like I was falling
Stuck in the pit, Audee sent it, you call yourself "jit"
You are not on shit
My brother's a barber, and you could get clipped
Clip through the map, too much dip on my chips
I was
Aye man, Audee on the motherfucking uh
Hold up, Audee on the motherfucking beat
He went crazy man, but shout out Rumbleworld
For letting me in there (Give me my clout like Audee)
That's all these
Turned into Leon, so I hit up Audee
Shmoke Sama, brings trauma, don't try to call me
Shmoke Sama climbed out, felt like I was falling
Stuck in the pit, Audee sent it, you call yourself "jit"
You are not on shit
My brother's a barber, and you could get clipped
Clip through the map, too much dip on my chips
I was doing the most, she was still by my hip
Bro just sent the pack, that's three critical hits (Three)
I view them as snacks, so I'm smacking my lips
Y'all in my way, not no solar eclipse
I'm thinking my hand meets your molar, it fits
Couldn't get a grip, so I grew up always pissed (Grr)
Distanced myself, moved with the stealth
Blades on my belt, first priority freedom, my second one health (Yeah)
Ain't having kids, bet I maintain this wealth
I ain't come up out of no basement, always been top shelf (Top shelf)
Never been stomped out on the pavement, but I did that myself
I'm a fucking Mohawk, and my bay a night elf (Night Elf Mohawk)
Donny made the stalk-walk just to bring me back from hell
You resemble Light, because you're worried about L's (Death Note)
Cyborg, Franky, soda on the scale, I swear I will prevail
Brodie told me give them hell, he knows that I'll never fail
You can't cross the Red Line, like that one whale (Laboon)
Can't understand the sand, then get a pail
I got fresh loaves, while your bread is stale (Damn)
Bakugo, how I used to scale, anybody that was wishing well
When I've been up the most, is when I tend to fail
The blind can read this and it's without brail
The deaf can hear it, make a pirate set sail
Can't knock my spirit, when I chase my own tail
Shmoke smoking one right now for King Marcel
None of my brothers finna rot in no cell
Ya'll been it, no, you all been frauds!
Devour every beat, you're facing jaws!
I'm a don amongst these so called gods!
But that's the homie (GodztheDon) who will get you gone!
How many peons can't keep up?
That's all these
Turned into Leon, so I hit up Audee
Shmoke Sama, brings trauma, don't try to call me
Shmoke Sama climbed out, felt like I was falling (Woo)
Stuck in the pit, Audee sent it, you call yourself "jit"
You are not on shit
My brother's a barber, and you could get clipped
Clip through the map, too much dip on my chip
I was walking in, I'm taking everything, pondering many things
Can't keep disasters from happening
Sonic, I'm after rings, this is the clappening
I bet when this drops, it stings
I was a "Baka" before I was King (Sivade)
That's who peeped me doing my thing (My thing)
Nerd core focused, since last year's Spring (Last Spring)
Swarm of locust, when we're taking your bling
Jack the Drought, when we pop out on ya'll scout (Ya'll scout)
I really doubt that my nouns could just run out
I tend to shout, but that's what my new gang's about
Letting them out, who's the ones I don't care about (Get them)
Time to improve myself, I'm going all out
You poorly planned, just like your new roll out (Roll out)
Verses ain't free, they've asked what the toll's about (Toll's bout)
If the venue crusty, then I'm a just stroll out
Can't dust me, you dusty, meanwhile I hold out
Oh trust me, luckily, bitch it's getting cold out
One day me and GalickZ, doing shows sold out (Sold out)
Can't name a better feeling than acceptance
Ya'll have let me in, my November blessing (Blessing)
I must be doing something right, I'm guessing
Dropped gems for me told me "Bro, chill with the pressing"
Chill out, don't at me one more time
How many peons can't keep up?
That's all these
Turned into Leon, so I hit up Audee
Shmoke Sama, brings trauma, don't try to call me
Shmoke Sama climbed out, felt like I was falling
Stuck in the pit, Audee sent it, you call yourself "jit"
You are not on shit
My brother's a barber, and you could get clipped
Clip through the map, too much dip on my chips
I was
Aye man, Audee on the motherfucking uh
Hold up, Audee on the motherfucking beat
He went crazy man, but shout out Rumbleworld
For letting me in there (Give me my clout like Audee)
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Writer(s): Isaac Mcconnell
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