SPL (Remix) ft. Xander Taylor Lyrics

I think this shit done got too real, y'all (Fuck it)

This not gon' ever pay the bills, dog (Fuck it)

Can never switch up on the deal, dog (Fuck it)

Watch what this tree can make me do

Smoke it, pass it, live it

Smoke it, pass it, live it

Smoke it, pass it, live it

Smoke it, pass it, live it

Smoke it, pass it, live it

Smoke it, pass it, live it

Smoke it, pass it, live it

Smoke it, pass it

Okay, okay, uh uh

Fuck I'm gon' do with a 50 ball?

Need mo' bread and a bad bitch to scoop

Used to be the man on the court

Now I gotta show you youngin's how to ball with no hoop

Boy, I demand the respect

No time to worry 'bout if my niggas gon' shoot

2o can't play with the bread

Aim it atcho fo'head, watch that bitch go bloop

Thinkin' gamble on the deep end

Used to blend in with school ties for a good min

Now I risk it all politicking with an ink pen

Smooth on weekdays, turned ignant on the weekend

Start slappin' niggas up with my weak hand, shit

Had to throw it up a gear, dog

Like I really mean forreal, dog

Been doing this shit for years

You can see it through the beard, dog (Hol' up, ain't you only 22?)

I been on a payroll since subtractin' 1-2

Now niggas sporting whips, had to cop me one too

But Jay told me not to spend unless you can cop about two

Calculated studies that be up the wazoo

They gon' prolly kill a nigga if I catch another clue

Shit, blame Scooby-Doo, Blue's Clues, or my dad Funk-N-Blues

Or the way my momma showed me to move with an attitude, shi

I think this shit done got too real, y'all (Fuck it)

This not gon' ever pay the bills, dog (Fuck it)

Can never switch up on the deal, dog (Fuck it)

Got so much shit I gotta do

Smoke it, pass it, live it

Smoke it, pass it, live it

Smoke it, pass it, live it

Smoke it, pass it, live it

Smoke it, pass it, live it

Smoke it, pass it, live it (I don't)

Smoke it, pass it, live it (I don't)

Smoke it, pass it— (Okay, I do)

Uh uh

I don't toke, but I smoke emcee's

Not off the goose, but my aim gettin' loose with ease

I got the Juice, ScHoolboy 'til the queue's on me

I'm Top Dawg and Jay-Z of my own city

I gotta flex with the blueprint

Only want blue faces when it's new print

A calculated amalgamation of the cool kid

And educated, but the flow so stupid

What am I doing?

I'm flexin' my pencil and usin' my mental

And showin' my dentals while playin' Nintendo

Shane, open your window while smokin' that Indo

I got my credentials, I'm just off my temple like

I can spit to the V8

Feel like Catcher Freeman on the relay

616 and I ain't talkin' 'bout the DJ

At the hookah lounge I need Buck to hit the RE-PLXY

'Cause I'm all that, the walls can't fall back

I bet she call back, the captain's off Jack

You ain't complex when your party's all whack

I can make fiends, when they hear just one track

They come back

When I run a lap on y'all track, don't get smacked

I SP then hand L's, you better fall back

That's a little bit off topic, okay I'm off that (Damn, you gotta chill big bro)

I said I'm off that

When it comes to higher, know I'm dealing with the most

Like it came from the West Coast

I don't even need to boast

Shane told me when he gets high, he can see and hear ghosts

And they wonder why I say I never smoke

It's 'cause

I think this shit done got too real, y'all (Fuck it)

This not gon' ever pay the bills, dog (Fuck it)

Can never switch up on the deal, dog (Fuck it)

Swear this is all a nigga do

Smoke it, pass it, live it (Hold on)

Smoke it, pass it, li- li- li-

Smoke it, pass it, live it (Hold on)

Smoke it, pass it, live it (Hold on)

Smoke it, pass it, live it (Hold on)

Smoke it, pass it, live it (Hold on)

Smoke it, pass it, live it (Hold on)

Smoke it, smoke it, smoke it

Uh uh