Kayfabe is Dead

Lyrics

[Intro: Smoke DZA] Okay, the two of you gotta hop out right now before we get near that crowd Why is that? They cannot catch you walking in together It'll break the kayfabe Kayfabe? Storylines, rivalries, it's wrestling slang for "the illusion" Those folks gotta believe that you hate Miller's guts and I hate Elvira Otherwise, we don't got a shot (Assassin) Yeah Kush God, bitch DJ Muggs, you already know what this is Big, big Harlem Look [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] You searchin' for fly shit, you got the right guy Came into this motherfucker eight pounds, bright eyes If it's the right vibe, groupie bitches, I might slide Rendezvous in they night lives, it's type live Petite joints, they come in packs, I call 'em bite-sized Not lesbians, but they'll freak-off together if it's the right guy Hoes frolic for the G's, smut and continental V's Makeup stains on the bottom of my tee Robes complimentary of Ritz-Carlton suites Rich Clic' (Clicquot), discreet Shorty, you messy, I like it neat like my shots of Milagro Tuesday is tacos, maybe in Cabo You play your cards right, you already had a big joker You know what the odds is like, take that in when you sober I done had your dream girl and fucked it up like Udoka Just keepin' it polar, keep it P 'til it's over [Interlude: Smoke DZA] Kayfabe's dead Kayfabe's dead (Dead) [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] You live long enough, you see yourself turn hill Fuck all that cool shit (Uh), that shit don't earn bills Don't get confused, bitch, think I'm too on chill You get this two-piece combo you gon' feel (Right) One-stop shorty, hit the gun shop for me (Uh) Slick spin the block, let-the-drum-knock shorty Serious business, we haha, hardly, though My diamond chain dancin' like Cha Cha Charlie Right, ain't nothin' I pretend to be (Uh-uh) This whole shit is gimmick-free (Yes) I keep that Uptown energy in close proximity Case I gotta revert into that alter identity Memory losses soon as they question shit I'm like, "Nigga, we bosses," and we be fresh as shit I got a check, wrist decked with all types of metrics (Uh) In case it go left, I'll take your neck with your necklace [Outro: Smoke DZA] Kayfabe's dead (Dead)