SMOKE

Yousef Kane, he's sick in the brain
No Rollie on his wrist or a glistening chain
Switch whips to a Civic that he whip like that plane
Your boy cold, you can tell that he got ice in his veins, look

But he don't care about the money or fame
No chick on his side with an exotica name
But he the hottest in the city like he caught in a flame
He moving properly, it's like this shit apart of his game

But the pain he attained in his climb to the top
Got him drained through the rain, but he ain't gonna stop
Because the blame isn't aimed at nobody to drop
What he obtained isn't lame he refuses to flop

On God, he got a legend on his side
On God, he got ridiculous pride
He developed in line with Celeb in his prime
Kane coming for the reign it's the start of his time, come on

My G, It's a fact you can't fuck with me
On the mic, you can try and see
Everyday this smoke is free, it's free, my G

It's a fact you can't fuck with me
On the mic, you can try and see
Everyday this smoke is free, it's free, my G

See, he don't follow the trends
Set ones, people following his life in a lense
Get some, in a couple he'll be whipping a Benz
He can promise you you'll never see him popping no meds

See the dream is to get big, pay my momma's mortgage
Find myself a wife, have three, maybe four kids
Working on myself, my temper shorter than a dwarf is
Confident in this, my music harder than divorce is

But, I will never sell my soul
Stay true to myself and to all my goals
Never sign to a label, I ain't getting controlled
Unless Dreamville call I'll be signing to Cole

Because this industry is ran by the devil in flesh
And no less, I'm the best, never throw on a vest
Cause I ain't aiming for your chest, headshot is the test
I'm done talking big game, I'll let my hits do the rest, come on

My G, It's a fact you can't fuck with me
On the mic, you can try and see
Everyday this smoke is free, it's free, my G

It's a fact you can't fuck with me
On the mic, you can try and see
Everyday this smoke is free, it's free, my G