You Can't Smoke In Here ft. Don Carrera & Monae Marleau Lyrics

Look, it's about to be a real hot winter bitch I'm filling it with tunes

Putting gas in my paper I be filling it with fumes

About to really hit the moon

Illest villain in the room

At the function with the pretty bitches listening to DOOM

More money more problems

I'll be dealing with it soon

They throw stones and go right back to living in cocoons

Too high to be listening to rules

My shit gonna be a wave till I die

Then I'm swimming in my tomb

He's good at everything he does

You gotta really give it to him

I might ask you which craft

Like them women with the brooms

On that real player shit

Rocking linen when I snooze

Was named after a saint

But I was sinning in the womb

I be standing on mine

You niggas standing on lies

Or that imaginary block that you be spinning with your goons

You thought she was here for bars

But she's really getting swooned

They brought me in to bring the bitches out

Like Diddy did with Loon

Really I've been getting in my groove

Had to lower the digits in my crew

Only mission is improve

They say I'm moving like I got some shit I didn't get to prove

I say I'm moving like my verses should be sitting in The Louvre

Real shit

You see a bitch like me

Never go for the one two three

A mastermind it take like six niggas and an APB

I'm MIA in the north coast

Bust a bitch down in the middle East

Yeah I'm a beast with no master I run it and keep the beat

I keep the heat

I pack it next to the dough man just call me baker

I need a nigga to know that I can make him an angel

I put them clouds behind your back now you need an arranger

The chosen one I speak the word like I'm born in a manger

Verbiage is immaculate

Aim never inaccurate

Put a hole through a nigga sweater

I'm redesigning when that ratchet spit

I'm an anomaly

Magic with that stick like Harry Potter be

Flow is carefully crafted

Like God was up there making pottery

Holier than thou how I'm coming

War path when I step

I'm hurting bitches like a bunion

Monae been that

And it I is this be that get back

For all them hating niggas

Who Mo really should have bitch slapped yeah

Spent ten years just waiting for niggas to catch on

Now I'm buzzing they tried to use my bike to step on

Born in the trenches a square wouldn't get it

Ever watch your momma cook a chicken

And buy it and flip it

If you think I'm talking about some poultry

I promise we're different

It ain't on me , it's in me

From the womb I knew plenty

Not a soul can stop this

Talking bars I got many

Automatic when I bomb

It ain't no saving the city nigga