Smoke Good ft. SDP Trip Lyrics

Woke up this morning

Twist a wood up and smoke with my woman

Got work in the morning

I work every week ,I get stuck when I'm zoning

Listen my beats when I'm all on my lonely

I don't need a note when I'm typing my poems

I'm bussing my ass to look out for my momma

Cheese in my pasta I need my lasagna

I'm stacking my bank til it's blood in my diamonds

Leave with the drama, I don't need to problems

She minding her business when she see them dollas

Commas my closet is filled with designer

I live a new life, trimming hedges with lamas

Grew up with hustlers and jackers and robbers

I gotta be different I trip when I ponder

Don't want this shit on head or my mind

So I empty my process and pour up these bottles

I cannot deal with this

I was born and I'm raised to be realest

I came from gorillas

I hang with them niggas

I sang to them bitches

I'm slanging that dope

And I'm selling them fishes

Been out here selling a dream to these bitches

She told me she want me I told her keep wishing

Don't call me daddy I ain't got no children

These rap niggas living I'm making a killing

I cannot stop until I see a million

Praying I prosper and focus on healing

I been ducked off camouflage like chameleon

And imma take over this world like a villain