Smoke Myself (feat. Friel Lane & Levi)

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Yeah 
This one made here by Levi

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ride around town in the whip 
Half cup but I finna take another sip
Got a bitch in the whip with her ass out
Real drunk man young nigga boutta pass out
Got that money in the bank finna cash out
Broke niggas fake fucking flexing with their fake fucking racks out
Badmon pulling up quick with the ganja
Skim on all my niggas and we finna come and find ya

Smoke myself into oblivion
Till I make myself a million
Smoke myself into oblivion
Till I make myself a million

She got that jacket jacket
Make sure I grab that 'for I leave
You know I can't give her my steeze
Unless she droppin' to her knees
Drop to her knees
She swung off this tree and swallow my kids
That deep throat drunk ass porn star bitch
Yeah you know a motherfucker gone get some
Gotta stack my bread up
Or next thing I'll be gone, you know
So far from any smoking silly on the daily
Gosh those dollars look so pretty from a distance or I'm spending on me
Yeah all I want is nice nice things
I can't complain when I wear be wearing nice nice rings
I swear the only thing that people wanna do these days
Is get fucked up and double cup themselves into another state

Smoke myself into oblivion
Till I make myself a million
Smoke myself into oblivion
Till I make myself a million

Break a roll never lose
Your shoes make me snooze
Had some bad things going on
But now I never lose
Six figures painting pictures
Writing lyrics slaying digits
People said I wasn't with it
F*ck them!

Lets go!
Whats the figure?
Seven single digits cross my fingers
Pray my liver, delivers, eleven liquors what we mixing?
Ill forgive ya, and beg to differ please just get my fix ya
Had to give her, half the figure, now she living rich yeah
Boys be wishing
That they were christened
Blessed in wisdom
But they will not listen
This ain't a hard decision 
Let the knowledge glisten
While I'm acid tripping
In the kitchen
I got bitches
Rolling swishas
Doing dishes
Shooting shots like Scotty Pippen woo

Half a rack straight on my back another half straight in the bag
Know you f*ck with jack cause all you hear is spitting facts
Kicking down the door I'm coming in like Jackie Chan
Got them Asian bitches on me yeah they like my swag
I ain't going back to that I got the stash of double blacks
When I come around lets run it up lets stack the cash
Know the feds keep on me on the run I'm drifting fast
Only way to live it man come on lets burn some gas

Smoke myself into oblivion
Till I make myself a million
Smoke myself into oblivion
Till I make myself a million
Smoke myself into oblivion
Till I make myself a million
Smoke myself into oblivion
Till I make myself a million

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