WE GOTTA SMOKE TO THIS Lyrics

I'm back to my old ways

I'm stuck in some old moods

I'm chasing the front page

but tripping off old news

Ma going off in the morning, I hit snooze

She just doent understand the shit that I'm into

Inking all these lines, like whipping a tattoo

It's better to move slow then to trip on a fast move

So I treat the page like my favorite hoe

and I hit it wit the slow strokes

Drizzle in a couple jokes

Roll up a joint cause what's a magic show with no smoke

Then reflect a little, what's a magic show with no mirror

My lyrics sum-41, all killer and no filler

I'm pushing rap packs like the neighborhood drug dealer

But I'm only dealing in love, im only dealing in trust

Most people dealing in lust, they going broke trynna bust

You niggas gotta adjust, these things that y'all never discuss

(But anywho, yo)

This one is all about the passion

My bars is unlimited, so I never need to ration

Real is never out of fashion

Neither is Making a classic

And fuck a tactic

Fuck a gimmick

I'm fucking with my music even if y'all ain't fucking wit it

But that's a given

Killing niggas with a pencil, I'm John wicking

You think I'm tripping now, wait until I'm world tripping

Don't get to flipping out if you find your girl missing

Cause

She gone fall for me like I fell for the beat

Weed, women, and songs, is all that I think that I need

A monster with the lyrics, I be killing the track trynna feed

I know a lot things, but I haven't learned shit bout defeat

Why even try to compete

This shit the hottest and I'm never getting over this

Go and tell somebody we should smoke to this