Smoke

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[Verse] More readies got me war ready Got bored of Roleys, I had four Presi's This three-two's light but this four's heavy Back your chat, back your strap, you know the talk's petty I don't need to mention all the joints I cut All these big pointers get my point across Always bounce back from an L, you know your boy a buss I can make millions from the voice I've got Straight drop Peruvian, switched up the newest Benz Just dropped the roof again, put him on the News At Ten Chess not checkers, real steppers, no "who's your friend?" Met a girl in Zara, I just put her in Gucci then Big drip, girls wanna ride on a rich dick Slim thick, take her on a quick trip Uptown, she don't want a picnic Buss down, wanna get her wrist lit Retail therapy in five-star attire with seven G's Five grand attire, what you telling me? Amiris and Jordans, going Hatton out of boredom This weed imported, I'm very important Smoking on Cali blunts, never been Cali once Didn't fly for years, didn't catch no sun Quick Harrods run, should've stacked these funds Staring at the man in the mirror that I have become Went A Jewellers for a watch and another ring You just bring the debit card, I just bring the duffle in Buss down my wrist for all the nights I was suffering Should've listened to my Mum but I was a stubborn kid These verses are real, had birds on the hill Furs and the silk, saw some permanent spill Got a next house full of spare clothes, this game full of weirdos The phone keeps ringing but I air hoes Balling like NBA, nothing a fake can say, all I hear is NFA Go check my resume, blowing this Gelonade Givenchy on me but I went through a Fendi phase Said I don't need it but I still bang it anyway Strapped in designer, get slapped in your melon mate Sticky like Sellotape, you was never selling weight Hate to see you elevate, they'll fold gold, tell a jake Let me get this pain off my chest, you should pay me respect You're a coward, you're a snake and you're wet I ain't breaking a sweat, all my haters are stressed In the latest I'm fresh, got this paper correct I ain't joking, laughing, at a man that's broke and starving Cause I remember being broke and starving Now the balcony goes around the whole apartment Soldiers marching, survived the storm like Noah's Ark did
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