[Intro: Smoke Yea It's a really fucking era we in Yea, uh
[Verse 1: Smoke It's a Bada$$, God colossal We coming through and we 47 so everything's getting toppled Showtime nigga to James word to goggles Everybody's fucked a high price brothel You can't out-hustle a hustler so try to Word to Steezy the is still survival Fuck humble nigga on your rivals The hoes hang like my peacoat toggles who's bizzack? Smokey and I'm here with the pack After you gon' need you a nap They throw shots we don't even I ain't got Pedro on payroll to take care of that Set it out where at Nigga way in tact The bag heavy off weigh it back Lightyears of niggas, not even laps You can't compare them to us Shit, not even rap
[Verse 2: Joey Yeah, uh, and let me switch the Gotta take a risk for your wish to come true I been in those shoes, had views Where ain't shit to lose just proving Finally got my piece of the Me and momma moving no more staying out on Got no for snoozing know I'm out for Benjamins Representing me, for all my people dreaded in my family I see a canopy of bars overhead Thinking to self there be no one this hard, they all dead Go and with the ghosts that's on my side I'm a star look up in the sky Son bright, don't I? Only getting brighter I been closer summer, winter, hour, minute Like I am to, very soon you will be out of minutes You should let me ya, work the smoke We keep a lot of spirit while lifting the from these vultures
[Verse 3: Smoke It ain't for purchase gotta the game in doses The illest don't really get too much promotion Children of the indigo protect the Trump got the whole world hopeless Still I got my pokin' Too headaches not enough Motrin Life will have a nigga frozen Won't have my stolen, dough rolling, head first dove in The golden, the wave, the boat rowing We here, no-showers Smoke blowing the OG in the Had a bunch of tell me I couldn't win See you taking off that's the hating shit begins Watch you walking on water they say it's cause you can't to transcend, hands in, boss and [?] Ben Franklin's, all across the globe my name Airport, customs, through chain swing You could I'm doing my damn thing Ugh