Smoke
Jay Cidy
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Mama moved us to Georgia, when I was like six Got jumped and hung from a tree by some white kids They left me there to die that's when I knew life was sick What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, or it hurts like a bitch Can't tell I'm from New Orleans by the way I speak proper All I do is make money, smoke weed and drink vodka Socially awkward, deep thinker, small talker But will ride till I die, rest in peace to Paul Walker Write bars with a marker, cause I don't make mistakes Plus every rhyme that I recite is just too nice to be erased We might just be the greats, the icing on the cake And I just gripe out of spite whenever this mic is in my face They say you gangsta but I doubt it, my hood wouldn't allow Pull ya card in front ya yard bet you wouldn't do shit about it Except just throw ya hands up, tryna act tougher Get heated and blow smoke, that's a bad muffler Motherfucker Smoke, Smoke 2016 I'm bringing back them Air Forces Make a killing, compare corpses, straight cash a rare fortune Hahaha, these niggas lame, stick a fork in em Hahaha, they all the same and I'm scorching em Insane, it's a shame how they came to know more of em Peel this mask back and spit flames like I'm Scorpion Ask Roscoe who was that 15 year old kid That he said would be the greatest rapper to ever live Ask Bonka Off Da Block who taught him to count bars Way back when we were too young to be out past dark Ask yourself why you ain't heard of me, take a guess I'll wait Ask my momma who been writing rhymes since the second grade Ask Pookie Stroud how he go so hard on the mic Shit ask my brother Teck who taught him to write Psyche He don't listen, aye, aye, but listen Serial killer don't make me fucking snap, crack, pop A wack job, start the flipping like a mascot Run up on ya weed-man, take everything his ass got Hahaha, that's what the f*ck I call jackpot Green screen how your girl make that back drop Kobe Bryant, Derek Rose I crack myself up Too soon, well so the hell what I'm holding my own trapping, holding my own rapping Holding a bolt action cause why, I'm old fashioned But this is my promise, like comets I'm rare When I streak across the sky, all the novice will stare And honest I swear, Chop said they gonna doubt him But like my ex girlfriends I ain't worried bout them The higher I soar, the smaller I seem To those who can't fly so I follow my dream And I smoke
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