Smoke
Remember days on the ave I had no dough
Seen the top and seen the bottom I cant ever go broke
Me and uncle used to sip the drink movin slo mo
Had to up the G Lock on them niggas they don't want smoke
I remember days serving jays on the backstreet
Pitching all this work, fiends running like a track meet
Had to make play niggas singing like a backstreet
Came up from the jungle had to rob had to pack heat
I remember days hopping windows when the feds came
Me and Pollo kept the glizzy cutting in that red thang
In the trap I slept on floor, I didn't have a bed spring
Got them bags in got it gone, did my damn thang
I was down bad and was broke, shit was no joke
Trappin out the lot, it was me, my nigga OSO
Didn't have a lot, I was breaking down the whole zone
Keep my circle small, I don't really fuck with bozos
Used to get scared selling crack on the night shift
Cashed out on designer every time that the swipe hit
Had to run off on my plug, he always changing prices
I can't fuck with niggas, cut em off like a light switch
I remember days on the ave I had no dough
Seen the top and seen the bottom I cant ever go broke
Me and uncle used to sip the drink movin slo mo
Had to up the G Lock on them niggas they don't want smoke
I remember days serving jays on the backstreet
Pitching all this work, fiends running like a track meet
Had to make play niggas singing like a backstreet
Came up from the jungle had to rob had to pack heat
Seen the top and seen the bottom I cant ever go broke
Me and uncle used to sip the drink movin slo mo
Had to up the G Lock on them niggas they don't want smoke
I remember days serving jays on the backstreet
Pitching all this work, fiends running like a track meet
Had to make play niggas singing like a backstreet
Came up from the jungle had to rob had to pack heat
I remember days hopping windows when the feds came
Me and Pollo kept the glizzy cutting in that red thang
In the trap I slept on floor, I didn't have a bed spring
Got them bags in got it gone, did my damn thang
I was down bad and was broke, shit was no joke
Trappin out the lot, it was me, my nigga OSO
Didn't have a lot, I was breaking down the whole zone
Keep my circle small, I don't really fuck with bozos
Used to get scared selling crack on the night shift
Cashed out on designer every time that the swipe hit
Had to run off on my plug, he always changing prices
I can't fuck with niggas, cut em off like a light switch
I remember days on the ave I had no dough
Seen the top and seen the bottom I cant ever go broke
Me and uncle used to sip the drink movin slo mo
Had to up the G Lock on them niggas they don't want smoke
I remember days serving jays on the backstreet
Pitching all this work, fiends running like a track meet
Had to make play niggas singing like a backstreet
Came up from the jungle had to rob had to pack heat
Credits
Writer(s): Tre Sellers
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