[Intro: Smoke Yea It's a fucking cool era we in Yea, uh
[Verse 1: Smoke It's a Bada$$, God colossal We coming and we hostile 47 deep so everything's toppled Showtime nigga word to James to goggles Everybody's fucked like a high brothel You can't a hustler so don't try to to Steezy the tactic is still survival Fuck nigga ride on your rivals The wanna hang like my peacoat toggles Guess bizzack? Smokey and I'm here with the pack this you gon' need you a nap They throw shots we don't react Like I ain't got Pedro on payroll to take care of Set it out where at flow way in tact The bag heavy off weigh it back ahead of niggas, not even laps You can't 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 wish to true I been in those shoes, had views Where ain't to lose just more proving got my piece of the pecan Me and momma moving no more out on weekends Got no time for know I'm out for Benjamins Representing me, repping for all my people in my family I see a of bars thats overhead Thinking to self there can't be no one hard, they all dead Go and spar with the ghosts on my side I'm a star look up in the sky Son bright, don't I? getting brighter I been closer every summer, winter, hour, minute Like I am supposed to, soon you will be out of minutes You should let me coach ya, the smoke We keep a lot of spirit while lifting the culture from vultures
[Verse 3: DZA] It ain't for purchase gotta the game in doses The illest shit don't really get too promotion Children of the protect the fortress Trump got the whole world hopeless I got my chest pokin' Too headaches not enough Motrin will have a nigga self frozen Won't my self stolen, dough rolling, head first dove in The golden, the wave, the boat rowing We here, no-showers Smoke the OG in the wind Had a of losers tell me I couldn't win See you taking off that's when the hating begins Watch you walking on water they say cause you can't swim Time to transcend, in, boss and [?] Ben Franklin's, all across the my name ring Airport, customs, walking chain swing You could tell I'm doing my damn Ugh