Smoke Lyrics

Yo, it's your boy Tridmarc, TMG

I'm chillin' top billing, sitting on 20 million

Ricky, licking my million while watching the milky way on the ceiling

Ooh, what a feeling, y'all

Boss life

Shout out to all the real bosses in the game

Those who see the sun and the moon at the same time

And one time for my true players

Watching the sun dance on the water

For those who know, do not speak

Those who speak, do not know

Boss life

Boss life in Australia wasn't handed on a platter

I'm on a cold call, talking yadda yadda

I'm doing what I gotta do to get to the chatter

Talib Kweli on Instagram, talking with his mouth scattered

Saying I came on a boat, not a jetter

I'm thinking, dude, couldn't be deader

Petty vendetta, what does that even matter

Dead rappers from the 90's trying to block a nigga like that

Shit, where's my hat? Please give me a feather

Been in the trap for over 20 years

Ain't got my props, motherfucker

Here's a storm you can weather

You a donkey, I piss in ya face, R. Kelly

Saying you gon' kill my career

What? Yeah, boy, really

I'm from the days of Myspace, Yahoo, MSN Messenger

This time around, I'm gon' kill you and your messenger

I'm a moving train, you're just a passenger

Suicidal, hopping around

We'll advance through ya

Humble yourself

Before someone else will humble you

Oh God, please don't let us be embarrassed

Humble yourself

If you don't, someone else will humble you

Oh God, please don't let us be embarrassed

I put my heart and soul into this rap game

But damn, on Spotify, the nigga ain't getting no streams

They try to blackball me in this game

I call up the gang, time to revenge

Homie, put a gun in my hand

A favor for a favor got a body in the trunk, no problem

I'ma show you where to bury the man

It's a few hours out of town, couple miles from here

I'ma shoot you to an empty land

With a gun on my waist, trying to kill a snake

Caught a case, just to show you that I don't pretend

Busta on my DM, did a backflip

Message unsent, Jadakiss, must be his girlfriend

You in your ugly ass chain

I don't really give a damn

I could have your ass strangled with that chain

You motherfuckers keep acting like my life was in your hand

Motherfucker, my life is in God's hands

Humble yourself

Or someone else will humble you

Oh God, please don't let us be embarrassed

Humble yourself

If you don't, someone else will humble you

Oh God, please don't let us be embarrassed

Plead my cause, oh Lord

With those who strive with me

Fight against those who fight against me

Take hold of shield and buckler and

Stand up for my heart

Draw out also the staff

Await those motherfuckers

That persecuted man

If you're don't, I'ma have to clap him

And you can't blame me

This is Boss Life

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