Smoke Session Lyrics

And I'm high as a bitch

Yea... high as a bitch

And I'm kicking down the door with a rhyme in the clip

Every rapper hands up with they eyes on the kid

And stink faces nigga I'm with the shits

I'll erase em they should write with a pen

They keep sayin that he died for our sins

But why it seem like we dying for him, hmm

Be careful who you make an icon

Watch what they say with mics on

Weight of the world on my shoulder like I'm playin Zion

I told my girl we gon make it I promise

But if I'm being blatantly honest

The thought of not making it was making me nauseous, uh

Self doubt will have you stressed out

Pushed myself up now I flex with my chest out

Law of attraction nigga I can see the check now

My little brother told me I could be the best out

So if they wanna test

I would pass that with an educated guess

Educate yourself before you educate the rest

Prepared to take the next step

Tell you a secret I'm the best kept

They keeping secrets out your textbooks

Don't wanna show you how the rest look

How many bullets in his chest? Look

You take it in, You take this stress from us

But you can't can you?

I see the snakes but it ain't FAMU

I make the little black kid think that they can too

I make the little black kid think that they can too

We make the little black kids think that they can too

That's it