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[Intro: DZA]
Yea
It's a really cool era we in
Yea, uh

[Verse 1: Smoke
a Bada$$, Kushed God colossal
We coming through and we
47 deep so everything's getting
Showtime word to James word to goggles
fucked like a high price brothel
You can't out-hustle a hustler so try to
Word to Steezy the tactic is survival
Fuck humble nigga on your rivals
The hoes wanna hang like my toggles
Guess bizzack? Smokey and I'm here with the pack
this you gon' need you a nap
They throw we don't even react
Like I ain't got on payroll to take care of that
Set it out it's at
Nigga way in tact
The bag heavy off weigh it back
Lightyears of niggas, not even laps
You compare them boys to us
Shit, not even rap

[Verse 2: Joey
Yeah, uh, and let me the mood
Gotta take a risk for your biggest to come true
I been in those shoes, had fifth-dimensional
Where ain't to lose just more proving
Finally got my piece of the
Me and momma moving no more staying out on
Got no time for snoozing I'm out for Benjamins
Representing me, for all my people dreaded in my family
I see a of bars thats overhead
Thinking to self there can't be no one this hard, all dead
Go and spar with the that's on my side
I'm a star momma up in the sky
Son shine bright, I?
Only getting brighter I been closer summer, winter, hour, minute
Like I am supposed to, very soon you be out of minutes
You should let me coach ya, work the
We keep a lot of spirit while lifting the culture these vultures

3: Smoke DZA]
It for purchase gotta take the game in doses
The illest shit don't really get too much
Children of the protect the fortress
Trump got the world feeling hopeless
Still I got my chest
Too much headaches not enough
Life will a nigga self frozen
Won't have my self stolen, dough rolling, head dove in
The flow golden, the wave, the boat
We here, no-showers
Smoke blowing the OG in the
Had a bunch of losers me I couldn't win
See you taking off that's the hating shit begins
Watch you walking on they say it's cause you can't swim
Time to transcend, hands in, and [?]
Ben Franklin's, all across the my name ring
Airport, customs, through chain swing
You tell I'm doing my damn thing
Ugh