Smoke Lyrics

You can't speak on everyone's behalf

But who is everyone

So why would I want any smoke

When I know they come off a boat

I'm on plane but not on the mode

I'm touching the ground but staying afloat

So why would want any smoke

I'm part of the come up like Hello Tomorrow

I live off a quote

Too fly

You've seen it on tv, I hold the remote

So why would I

Forget about RAK city

Rhapsody

A better life

Bad kid

Good city

Past years

Good to me

Mad tears

My peers

A piece of me

My fears

Came clean

It's hood to me

It's supposed to be

It's supposed to be

I was sitting in the back of da pick up truck holding to dear life

Passenger seat in a rav4 with no rear lights

And I've seen nights that I need twice

And I've seen days where I lose sight

With no paved roads but I steer right

That was real life

She hit up my line and I'm gone

I'm making a call to Don

Don't stay up

I'm staying till dawn

The sun and I'm gone

Sleep where my feet don't belong

I sneak in her house

Her mom would end me

If I'm ever caught

But maybe I was

And maybe I learned but fuck it I'm hers

But just for a while

Keeping brief

Kissing my teeth

Those are the streets

Those are the streets

I'm talking about

RAK city

Small town

Big city

Home grown

Still love me

Still love you

Don't judge me

I still get you

You get me

Whole town like Moe Mekki

Where I walk home but I walk steady

So I leave print

And it felt sick cuz you stay real

I plant my feet and find my peace so

Tell me more

I feel the rain it's my parade I'm home yah

For all I know I never closed the door

Closed the door

Keep that bullshit out

Now I'm in a Benz when I pull out

Never been one you could rule out

I might makes sense

But I'm holding the 5th

I kept my silence

Sizing a bitch

I'm timing this shit

Cuz it's all on the wrist

Way too late for apology

Honestly

Your money monopoly

Don't come close

Talk about income

That shit gross

More like Inca

Pull your heart out

That shit gross

So why would I want any smoke

Cuz you look at me different and live on opinion

And making a story like I didn't listen

We're one of the same but I'm not a shamed to say it

We're not the same

Pronounce my name

Cuz I know the price and I pay it

Bu Hmaid

Try my shoes ya hayek

See my views goom chayek

So meet me in my terms

My verse

Your lines

Old ties

You know RAK city

My home town

My home town

I plant my feet and find my peace so

Tell me more

I feel the rain it's my parade I'm home yah

For all I know I never closed the door

Closed the door

Keep that bullshit out