Smoke Break
Take over, serve 'em with no order
Crossover through any border
My shooter like Kyle Korver
Fake tuffin' you looking soft as a muffin
No arguing no discussion
We see a opp and we rushin'
You a clown
Talk when I'm not around
As soon as I'm back in town
These pussies go underground
Back at it
Hear 'em claiming they savage
They must be working with magic
Cause I ain't seeing no ratchets
My flow
Like Neil leaving the planet
Stop my weed in ceramics
I'm rolling up in a hammock
Drum pedal bass like heavy metal
Nobody is on my level
It's me Jay and the devil
Top Shelf
These rappers they need help
Saying a bunch of bars
But really none of 'em felt
I'm Mayweather
Tell 'em it's now or never
They knowing I'm way clever
Same reason I'm way better
And I just gotta take a smoke break
Yeah, I had to hit 'em with a smoke break
Game mine
Steph in crunch time
I give the dagger a twist and leave it next to your spine
Shits weak
You lying in all your rhymes
Trash punchlines and falsifying your crimes
'88 baby injected me with the rabies
They been calling me crazy
I spit sicker than scabies
No Milwaukee
My crew go for the bucks
Please press your luck
They squeeze rather than fuss
Your team
Nobody is labeled clutch
The little bit that you touch
You still fucking it up
Team winning, my bitch rolling a dutch
A team full of sluts still ain't fucking with us
Blowing sour I'm high as the Eiffel Tower
I been had respect just need money and power
Lebron James officially I'm the king
Y'all Karl Malone rappers
Y'all never getting a ring
Crossover through any border
My shooter like Kyle Korver
Fake tuffin' you looking soft as a muffin
No arguing no discussion
We see a opp and we rushin'
You a clown
Talk when I'm not around
As soon as I'm back in town
These pussies go underground
Back at it
Hear 'em claiming they savage
They must be working with magic
Cause I ain't seeing no ratchets
My flow
Like Neil leaving the planet
Stop my weed in ceramics
I'm rolling up in a hammock
Drum pedal bass like heavy metal
Nobody is on my level
It's me Jay and the devil
Top Shelf
These rappers they need help
Saying a bunch of bars
But really none of 'em felt
I'm Mayweather
Tell 'em it's now or never
They knowing I'm way clever
Same reason I'm way better
And I just gotta take a smoke break
Yeah, I had to hit 'em with a smoke break
Game mine
Steph in crunch time
I give the dagger a twist and leave it next to your spine
Shits weak
You lying in all your rhymes
Trash punchlines and falsifying your crimes
'88 baby injected me with the rabies
They been calling me crazy
I spit sicker than scabies
No Milwaukee
My crew go for the bucks
Please press your luck
They squeeze rather than fuss
Your team
Nobody is labeled clutch
The little bit that you touch
You still fucking it up
Team winning, my bitch rolling a dutch
A team full of sluts still ain't fucking with us
Blowing sour I'm high as the Eiffel Tower
I been had respect just need money and power
Lebron James officially I'm the king
Y'all Karl Malone rappers
Y'all never getting a ring
Credits
Writer(s): Nickel Boyce
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