[Intro: Smoke Yea It's a really fucking era we in Yea, uh
[Verse 1: Smoke It's a Bada$$, Kushed God We through and we hostile 47 deep so everything's getting Showtime nigga to James word to goggles Everybody's fucked like a high price You can't a hustler so don't try to Word to the tactic is still survival Fuck humble nigga ride on your The hoes wanna hang my peacoat toggles who's bizzack? Smokey and I'm here with the pack After this you need you a nap They throw we don't even react Like I got Pedro on payroll to take care of that Set it out where at flow way in tact The bag heavy scale off it back Lightyears ahead of niggas, not even You can't them boys to us Shit, that's not rap
[Verse 2: Joey Yeah, uh, and let me switch the Gotta take a risk for your wish to come true I been in shoes, had fifth-dimensional views Where shit to lose just more proving got my piece of the pecan Me and momma no more staying out on weekends Got no time for know I'm out for Benjamins Representing me, for all my people dreaded in my family I see a canopy of thats overhead Thinking to self can't be no one this hard, they all dead Go and spar with the ghosts on my side I'm a momma look up in the sky Son shine bright, I? Only getting I been closer every summer, winter, hour, minute Like I am supposed to, very soon you be out of minutes You let me coach ya, work the smoke We keep a lot of spirit lifting the culture from these vultures
[Verse 3: Smoke It ain't for purchase take the game in doses The illest shit don't get too much promotion Children of the protect the fortress Trump got the whole world hopeless Still I got my chest Too headaches not enough Motrin Life will a nigga self frozen Won't have my self stolen, dough rolling, head dove in The golden, the wave, the boat rowing We here, they blowing the OG in the wind Had a of losers tell me I couldn't win See you taking off that's when the shit begins Watch you walking on water they say it's you can't swim Time to transcend, hands in, and [?] Ben Franklin's, all across the globe my name Airport, customs, walking through swing You could tell I'm my damn thing Ugh