Smoke Session

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Starringo - Rap, Trap

Smoke Session

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[Intro] Smoke, smoke, smoke I love you, papi Smoke, smoke, smoke Smoke! TKAY Look, aye [Chorus] Took a break, now I'm back in my bag Ain't no waitin', you ain't first, then you last Told my bae I'm headin' straight to the casket What you want and put the rest in the stash Ain't politickin', I ain't wearin' no mask Dark times when I think of my past Pull up with that stick, you gon' see that hit Like we took a picture without the flash Me and Quan' drawin' up at the table Got pair with me, so you know it's a kill So diffrent, yeah, that beat a committee We independent, we ain't signin' no deal Too much fakin' goin' on in the city You see me with it, then you know it's for real High demand, high power Real ones, no coward, yuh! [Verse] Aye 18 years old when I ran up a check Yah Talk down on my name then they show me respect Aye All praise to Yeshua, you know that I'm blessed Been humble too long It's time that I flex Left Louisiana, went to Savannah We came back and we still got the plan Purpose on me, mixin', whip like a chemist I'm in the kitchen, hands on with the pan Only diamond like I got it from China My watch is shinin' the inside a can All my shooters gotta take in the Rugers They real steppers like they played in the band Woo 100 band, 100 band, 100 band, fetti I got the movies You get the popcorn ready Yeah When you shoot it gotta hold it steady Aye 100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands, 100 bands, get that fetti This ain't no mumble rap No conscious rap or no lyrical, none of taht This what happen when you 13 And you have to survive in the field like a running back This that me and [?] Bringin' all the smoke, you don't want none of that 'Cause when I say it's up It ain't comin' back Hopped in the car, now hopped in the booth Just to let you know that I am the truth If I said it, then you know that I did it I never fabricated none of my truths Made a call, then I round up the troops Real ones that'll jump off the roof Real ones like [?] and David Real ones like Patrick and Niko Turn up like Cinco de Mayo, shoutout lil Naya That my little sister, run like a tire Soon as I drop, yeah, the city on fire Came from the bottom, we gotta go higher Came up, stayed real Don't know how fake feel Don't care about my birthday But I want the cake still Aye, me and my people just chill We say it, we done it for real Ain't really got nothin' to prove We steady put smoke on the grill It is what it is I'm playin' my hand however you deal Made a oath Code of silence, never squeal This for my fans, music comin' I'ma drop it I've been writin' hits And makin' bank deposits Art in the hustle I done mastered all the topics This time next year I'm gon' be chillin' in the tropics, but I [Chorus] Took a break, now I'm back in my bag Ain't no waitin', you ain't first, then you last Told my bae I'm headin' straight to the casket What you want and put the rest in the stash Ain't politickin', I ain't wearin' no mask Dark times when I think of my past Pull up with that stick, you gon' see that hit Like we took a picture without the flash Me and Quan' drawin' up at the table Got pair with me, so you know it's a kill So diffrent, yeah, that beat a committee We independent, we ain't signin' no deal Too much fakin' goin' on in the city You see me with it, then you know it's for real High demand, high power Real ones, no coward, yuh! [Outro] Smoke!

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  • Starringo