Stirling's Mantra Lyrics

So, how we gonna smoke this shit

How we gonna smoke this shit

How we gonna smoke this shit

How we gonna smoke this shit

I just made a new tape, got weed sticky like tape

From the bottom I scrape, nice robes I drape

She feed me grapes, later bringing me crepes

All hero's don't wear capes, and they come in all shapes

All shapes and all sizes, money stack don't minus

I can see through the blindness, address me as your highness

My woman the finest, and her pants fitting the tightest

I be clashing with Titans, I don't flinch in the slightest

Enough with the braggadociousness

I came with a bag of dope, sniff this

I left with a bag of cheese, It's Swiss

Ain't talking about no cheese-its, bitch

No pics with y'all, no cheeses, bitch

I won't say bless you if you sneezing, bitch

Give you air if you need it, bitch

Here in a minute this beat gonna switch

Like a switch blade going in between your ribs

Rappers like I've never fucking seen this kid

Hearing my shit paint scenic views

Praying they could do it just like this too

Finding themselves on an old church pew

Praying they can do it just like I do

Just like I do

Married to the game, bitch, say "I do"

I'm about to move to New York

I'm gonna hang with my brother

And bring my significant other

It ain't a far drive from my mother, oh

Get me a job in sales, woah

Money like that don't fail, woah

Swear that it come by the bale, yo

Buy me a boat with the sails, yeah

I hope you don't mind if I ramble on

In this beat right here if I trample on

Got the juicy ass lyrics on the Trenbolone

Maybe I should take some

No likes on the gram I should fake some

My lady just came but did she fake come

Cause the internet said it might've happened

So how we gonna smoke this shit

How we gonna smoke this shit

How we gonna smoke this shit

How we gonna smoke this shit

So how we gonna smoke this shit

How we gonna smoke this shit

How we gonna smoke this shit

How we gonna smoke this shit