Smoke Lyrics

Two types of smoke

On one hold close on the other push way

Either with a trigger squeezed or it's nicotine

One is sweet the other a soul's away

Look at me and say what you want it to be

Either way I bet you'd cough and choke

At the smoke"Yo Atom the fuck you doin?""Smokin' that brown and green, bitch the fuck you mean"

Ayo, uh

Living back lavish passing smoke cuban or haitian either on I'm takin

Write the past as an imagination animate it for cash

Call that shit inspiration hope they learn the pacin before the basic

Take and dash so I can pay for that tailored suit for my placement

Made a few m's payed in full, damn, they pay me for my lazy eye I don't say this

Just play this, like a quarter game but I got racks to my name so it's a waste not to press in

Especially when you got those checks, cause you did a message yeah I did a amexage no messin

Who needs any testin when you the top of the section repeat the last message no talkin just amexing

Ain't no stressin didn't bring expression nothing complicated but the bro I don't even hold it close

Play pretend as Romeo shooting at Juliet ah damn what a mess, got away with it what a flex

Stress is a forgotten thing when ya green sings more than trees breath in spring season

So I leave the c's and spring to see a king better yet mirror cause to me shit can't be clearer

So bear witness to my fair gimmicks, don't fear a thing fuck it I'll kill a king then see myself in. Bitch

Two types of smoke

On one hold close on the other push way

Either with a trigger squeezed or it's nicotine

One is sweet the other a soul's away

Look at me and say what you want it to be

Either way I bet you'd cough and choke

At the smoke

Used to be on the streets hearing triggers squeeze and smoking nicotine

Burning the nose just try getting free from seeing life slip a scene

Hard to believe what I say on my knees after hearing rugers word with no returns

When will I learn to to ignore what hurts and perfect the art of check getting

Not get neck lessons or have signatures missing and just end up leaving my self burnt

Water my eyes burn my mind mute my shock let it like I forgot act this shit a sitcom show

Doctor my mind and mute the surprise focus on the green so the trees forever gross

Never try never know know the few who don't feud found the system to abuse

That or the tricks has gotten loose fucked with no monogamy that's how be talkin see

Walk on beats just to see the key, that's the truth to it no oos in it

Loose but smart but not a fool for it cause what's the use if it doesn't suit me

Flew in without a way out cracked the door to pay now if I do this it's loosely

Not attached to a street smoking nicotine to avoid the trigger squeeze

I don't hear rugers words with no returns cause I killed the vurse

Made it perfect- made this shit work

Two types of smoke

On one hold close on the other push way

Either with a trigger squeezed or it's nicotine

One is sweet the other a soul's away

Look at me and say what you want it to be

Either way I bet you'd cough and choke

At the smoke