smoke

Uh, look, look, I fit my own criteria Old school signature, my flow's burnin' tracks

And I'm hot like bitches in Liberia When I hit the spot, it's hysteria

I don't need a, I know my area Word, it's not enough to show my love for the

game I done wrote so many songs that I got ink

in my veins And I've been focused for so long, I'm barely

thinking the same That's on my blood, sweat, and tears, abuse

the track with my rage I get cut when I'm flippin' that page

I get sliced the fuck up when that pencil's in play

Smush the blood out the way My visions focus on this path to the grave

And let me tell you, I'ma walk it like I'm one of the greatest