[Intro: Smoke Yea It's a fucking cool era we in Yea, uh
[Verse 1: Smoke It's a Bada$$, God colossal We through and we hostile 47 so everything's getting toppled Showtime word to James word to goggles Everybody's fucked like a high price You can't a hustler so don't try to Word to the tactic is still survival humble nigga ride on your rivals The wanna hang like my peacoat toggles Guess who's bizzack? Smokey and I'm here with the After this you need you a nap They throw shots we don't even Like I ain't got Pedro on payroll to take care of Set it out where at Nigga way in tact The bag heavy scale off weigh it Lightyears ahead of niggas, not even You can't compare boys to us Shit, not even rap
2: Joey Bada$$] Yeah, uh, and let me switch the Gotta take a risk for your wish to come true I been in those shoes, had fifth-dimensional Where shit to lose just more proving got my piece of the pecan Me and momma moving no more staying out on Got no for snoozing know I'm out for Benjamins Representing me, repping for all my people dreaded in my I see a canopy of thats overhead Thinking to there can't be no one this hard, they all dead Go and with the ghosts that's on my side I'm a star momma up in the sky Son shine bright, I? Only getting I been closer every summer, winter, hour, minute Like I am supposed to, soon you will be out of minutes You let me coach ya, work the smoke We keep a lot of spirit while lifting the culture from these
3: Smoke DZA] It for purchase gotta take the game in doses The illest don't really get too much promotion of the indigo protect the fortress Trump got the whole world hopeless Still I got my pokin' Too much headaches not Motrin Life have a nigga self frozen Won't have my self stolen, dough rolling, 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 off that's when the hating shit begins you walking on water they say it's cause you can't swim Time to transcend, in, boss and [?] Ben Franklin's, all across the globe my ring Airport, customs, through chain swing You could I'm doing my damn thing Ugh