Porcelain Smoke ft. The Young Poet, 222pmb, THEDONRRRM, Marku & aBnormal JoY Lyrics

It's the Young Poet baby, baby, baby

You know who it is, and if you don't know now you know

And I'm happy to introduce the new wave of underground legends

We got artists from all across the globe representing themselves

From the likes of, Baby Gos, Demixgod, aBnormal JoY, Names Not Andy, and the Don

But first, prepare your ears for 222PMB

Lately I been in a field

Can't see through the visions of porcelain smoke

Lately I'm lead on the gas, seeing the red but I'm staying on go

Saying I'm going away bruh

But something keep me leading me here bruh

But I cannot shake off the feeling that they bouta plot on me, bag on my head man

Lately I been in a field

Can't see through the visions of porcelain smoke

Lately I'm lead on the gas, seeing the red but I'm staying on go

Saying I'm going away bruh

But something keep me leading me here bruh

But I cannot shake off the feeling that they bouta plot on me, bag on my head man

Bag on my head, know they watching, they plotting, the optics don't even look good for me

A.R. with a scope, can't get played like a hoe, they try act like they cool but ain't good with me

Fall on your face tryna keep up the pace, I done lapped em' three times up on Saturn's rings

Through the porcelain smoke, I can tell you a joke

I been balling so long, ain't no athlete

I get a bag and they plot on my name

Foot on the gas as I'm switching the lane

Mary beside me she rolling the jane

Don in the back and bro high as a plane

Cherries and berries light up in the rain

They out for my head but i can't catch a case

The tires start burning out, smoke in the air you would think that shit was a race

Haters keeps sucking I already came

Red in the face that opp looking like Kane

I don't need Gucci cause I been the mane

Face stuck in stank momma think that it's sprained

Ink in my skin fell in love with the pain

Ink in my skin that boy just rocking paint

The porcelain smoke it start rushing in, clarity came that I pushed you away

Lately I been in a field

Can't see through the visions of porcelain smoke

Lately I'm lead on the gas, seeing the red but I'm staying on go

Saying I'm going away bruh

But something keep me leading me here bruh

But I cannot shake off the feeling that they bouta plot on me, bag on my head man

Bitch I stay rolling up

She see me as money so I got to cut her off

Off of this whiskey I'm rapping I'm still sounding straight so officer write me off

Back up, you better off

I'm with the fleet and my brodie might set you up

Rolling some bricks off your body, I'm flipping it into a hunnid bucks

Like I'm in a COD game chilling out with the saw off

Talk some more shit and I'll make your jaw pop off

Ain't losing grip like Tokyo drift

flipped my car on the mountains but coming back swift

Got your bitch on my hips put the henney to my lips

I don't flex much, but these weak boys ain't shit

You ain't work hard man I've been grinding for days

Smoking on the backwoods your life's gone to waste

I remember when these niggas wasn't having me

Lil sentimental my rapper name

As in wrap the feeling up, get it stashed away

Or roll it in a blunt, finna mask the pain

Talk love, I hit the brake light

Looks may break eyes

Through smoke screen, can't see my face right

Took a chance, rolled snake eyes

Baby finna lead me to my gravesite

Everyone know all my opps dead

Crewsont a hot head when I pop lead

When I pull up with the gang I ain't talkin

Rock to the head all my gang yeah we rock red

I ain't talking shit bitch I'm boxing

Keep my foot on their neck then I curb stomp it

Climbing to the top of the block we ain't stopping

Remember when I last clocked out now I'm locked in

Max no pain

Pulling up with my gang

PiT here to slay

SAiNT CAiN with the blade

Severed head, Beyblade

Hop in the jag and I get away

Fuck all the people that envy me

God I just hope they remember me

God I just hope they remember me

Four seasons got a bag of the white

Get it right in the back new demons

No reason hellscape where you at

Noose tight you won't leave here breathing

Ran the game and you're placing on it

Blood rush blood rush all head high

Washed up flatline on the curb side

Animate come back like dead rise

Imma go walk through the rain

I don't give fucks about this imma get pussy anyway

Light up that boy up with the flame

I need the bag like, I need my ice, the Givenchy

Man he ain't no clique, he a fan

Ima go get em, go kick him, so fuck it go get him bro

Ain't none of you good with my team, fuck do you mean?

I put that on me

I put that on me

She wanna fuck, bitches want coke, yeah I popped a molly, so we gonna roll

Never gon fold, off of this shit, yeah I'm popping the most

She want it, I have it, like fuck on an average yeah she was a bad bitch

Flooring it

Flooring it

Flooring it

Flooring it