Lost In the Smoke, Pt. 2
Lost in the smoke when im posted
Down to a roach didnt notice
Behind the wheel tryna focus
And rolled another so perfect
Used my knee swangin coastin
She texted my phone Ima poke it
Im on the way... what she hoppin
Gotta make some stops but in motion
The city lights on my ocean
Opps i meant on my paint
Pull out the slabs for the summer
We got more lines then ya drank
I use to pop my doors open
My trunk was lit like a tank
So many flakes for these guppies
That bit my style til they sank
I lift my trunk up at cirque
And let down way at hanks
I45 and 35
I know more Freeway than Banks
My bad i meant to say Beansss
State property on my screens
Im sideways off that lean
On my way to Killeen
Fat B road in my Lac
And EJ road my the maro
And Bud road in my blazer
Ayce necked me by Carrols
Splittin blunts down the middle
Got to get more gars at Velaro
Seen a crowd of lames goin right
So I took a left at the arrow
Lost in the smoke and the field
Lost in the beats just to hear
Another diamond for ya ear
U pick a jewell when your near
Lite up a blunt of that kill
Only the truth gone appear
These the lyrics u can feel
Wrote in brail made of steele
Lyrical hooks on a reel
Over ya head like a bucket hat
With fish lure rabbit foot Bait
for good luck with that
U wheeling in sucess
They still ya style tryna fuck with that
Put my Foot up on they neck
Snappin pics while im clutchin gats
Dissect em or throw em back
We eating yal knowing that
But only top shelf
Big kush breathing while blowin packs
When i did it for the love
Notice the love wasnt showing back
Now its middle fingas up
Ironically the whole world wamma fuck with that
The Lyrical lounge show
Tongue twist a Profound flow
Its hard to be a king amongst the circus and clown show
On shit i aint down for
These stories and memes
Othersides aint what it seems
The type of trouble and brings
They goin. thru to be seen
Not blemish or bleam
In real life not a stream
With my team gettin green
Debonair in the field
Still we Drowning in smoke
Swim on beats like a boat
Bite a bar you can qoute
Found a wave and backstroked
Lyrical mist
Yal can stand amongst the bosses
I'll find a table and sit
Steele toes in my kicks
The real backbone of the shit
In suits they punk u like deebo
I come with flanel and bricks
Now I got wall panels with sticks
I take em off then i bust it
Mc with hammers... cant touch this
Only difference is i dose this
It aint soul that can save ya
Got to find a loophole and I rush it
And Land on a island with duches
Lost in this beat when she sucked it
Down to a roach didnt notice
Behind the wheel tryna focus
And rolled another so perfect
Used my knee swangin coastin
She texted my phone Ima poke it
Im on the way... what she hoppin
Gotta make some stops but in motion
The city lights on my ocean
Opps i meant on my paint
Pull out the slabs for the summer
We got more lines then ya drank
I use to pop my doors open
My trunk was lit like a tank
So many flakes for these guppies
That bit my style til they sank
I lift my trunk up at cirque
And let down way at hanks
I45 and 35
I know more Freeway than Banks
My bad i meant to say Beansss
State property on my screens
Im sideways off that lean
On my way to Killeen
Fat B road in my Lac
And EJ road my the maro
And Bud road in my blazer
Ayce necked me by Carrols
Splittin blunts down the middle
Got to get more gars at Velaro
Seen a crowd of lames goin right
So I took a left at the arrow
Lost in the smoke and the field
Lost in the beats just to hear
Another diamond for ya ear
U pick a jewell when your near
Lite up a blunt of that kill
Only the truth gone appear
These the lyrics u can feel
Wrote in brail made of steele
Lyrical hooks on a reel
Over ya head like a bucket hat
With fish lure rabbit foot Bait
for good luck with that
U wheeling in sucess
They still ya style tryna fuck with that
Put my Foot up on they neck
Snappin pics while im clutchin gats
Dissect em or throw em back
We eating yal knowing that
But only top shelf
Big kush breathing while blowin packs
When i did it for the love
Notice the love wasnt showing back
Now its middle fingas up
Ironically the whole world wamma fuck with that
The Lyrical lounge show
Tongue twist a Profound flow
Its hard to be a king amongst the circus and clown show
On shit i aint down for
These stories and memes
Othersides aint what it seems
The type of trouble and brings
They goin. thru to be seen
Not blemish or bleam
In real life not a stream
With my team gettin green
Debonair in the field
Still we Drowning in smoke
Swim on beats like a boat
Bite a bar you can qoute
Found a wave and backstroked
Lyrical mist
Yal can stand amongst the bosses
I'll find a table and sit
Steele toes in my kicks
The real backbone of the shit
In suits they punk u like deebo
I come with flanel and bricks
Now I got wall panels with sticks
I take em off then i bust it
Mc with hammers... cant touch this
Only difference is i dose this
It aint soul that can save ya
Got to find a loophole and I rush it
And Land on a island with duches
Lost in this beat when she sucked it
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Writer(s): Roland Hill
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