Smoke Shop (Single Version)

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Nobody Fowler

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You know my flows'll cause a fuckin' overdose, ya comatose
I'm holdin' both a mic and a pencil with my broken bones
I hope you know not to doe-see-doe with a socio, don't poke me bro
You better keep ya lungs strapped, because I'm never blowin' smoke
I don't even have a foe, all my notes are full of souls
Don't test me when I go for broke, you want your casket open, closed?
I got the reaper foldin' clothes, that fucker's just a sight(scythe)-seer
You're hearin' death, I'm right here, in a brand new dress and a wife-beater
There ain't a thing that I fear, should be afraid when my mind's clear
Been nine years since it first broke, when I was living on that dirt road
The curse told what Albert wrote, had to push up my birth stone
Then get crushed cause I'm hurt prone, and that's everything that I work fo'
Call this shit a drug bust the way we leave you fucked up
My smoke leaves ya choked up, melt ya like a slush pup
Dumb fucks... I'll show you bitches what's what
I hear you fuckers talkin' shit, I'll drop you on my come up
Welcome to the smoke shop, I told you fuckers don't talk
You're the shit I roll up, take another toke of
Back on my grind shit, I got that strain ya don't want
I even got that sick shit that most docs choke on
Welcome to the smoke shop, I told you fuckers don't talk
You're the shit I roll up, take another toke of
Back on my grind shit, I got that strain ya don't want
I even got that sick shit that most docs choke on
When I was a kid I got SPED along to Special Ed
I spoke and moved like a zombie, so of course I got left for dead
My head a mess with warin' screws, nothin' we could afford to do
Now I spit at max skill, what the f*ck is your excuse?
I gotcha where I want ya, G, I'm toppling your Monarchy
And coppin' all your property, both got our skills in robbery
I'm stockin' up my armory and dropping all who stomp to me
Want smoke? Just take this L; I'll hitcha with a bong for free
Some bitch said I'm too fucked up, he's right, I'm ridin' dumb luck
I'll stuff you in a dump truck, I'm watchin' all your blood pump
Call me sinful and deranged, those words don't mean a damn thing
Keep ya faith outta my face, and keep ya fuckin' champ ring
I'm hammering on these pussies, and I never break a sweat
I ain't ever feelin' dread because all I see is red
Even when I'm depressed, and I'm wishin' that I'm dead
I'l drop you with the pen, and then hitcha with the lead
Welcome to the smoke shop, I told you fuckers don't talk
You're the shit I roll up, take another toke of
Back on my grind shit, I got that strain ya don't want
I even got that sick shit that most docs choke on
Welcome to the smoke shop, I told you fuckers don't talk
You're the shit I roll up, take another toke of
Back on my grind shit, I got that strain ya don't want
I even got that sick shit that most docs choke on
I'm a one person army, catch a RICO charge on me
I'm robbin' all these zombies and rockin' with they mommies
Ain't no bottom, you can't top me, flick the switch and start the party
Grab the sub and get to poppin', every verse I get, I'm domming
I'm sick of my fuckin' boss, that bastard pays me jack shit
And cut my fuckin' hours, I'll go in his office and smash it
Break into corporate and burn it, that place is just a trash pit
Pay the workers what they worth, once I find the safe and cash in
This world has got me batshit, and I'm tired of havin' to mask it
Clout told me to 'em have it, I leave you fuckers up in smoke
Then make you take another toke, come walk along this fuckin' road
Can't handle where I come and go, I'm at another fuckin' throat
Cause everyday I run for broke, this shit has me broke
I"ll leave ya fuckers chokin' from the shit that I been tokin'
Best quit ya fuckin' pokin', can't lift the bars I'm holdin'
I leave ya bitches burnt when I ain't even fuckin' smokin'
Welcome to the smoke shop, I told you fuckers don't talk
You're the shit I roll up, take another toke of
Back on my grind shit, I got that strain ya don't want
I even got that sick shit that most docs choke on
Welcome to the smoke shop, I told you fuckers don't talk
You're the shit I roll up, take another toke of
Back on my grind shit, I got that strain ya don't want
I even got that sick shit that most docs choke on

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