Smoke Lyrics

Feeling ready to die but it's no biggie

If you ain't a real one then you won't get me

Even in the summer thissa cold city

Who can you trust for real I don't know really

I was tryna talk to em but they wont hear me

So I let em goosechase, yeah they so silly

Point blank period, the flow heavy

So if they want that smoke then it's Fo twenty

Crunch time, but it's abnormal how I'm making moves

This what happens when the freak wins see, I'm so in tune

Leading by example, I'm not following your rules

Coz your morals are bout as consistent as your mood

An outsider but now I'ma go innovate

I'll make a way in, tip the scales just to intimidate

I'll forge a new path for every bridge that I incinerate

I'll keep spitting with my back against the ropes like Triple H

I indicate to show you I am in a different lane

I'm a pro, me the assumed giver of the gift of flame

Yeah it's Paul Levesque, just the name of the game

Please excuse my French, but we are not the same

Edging it with the singles, so yeah the album coming

I must admit I still got heat up in the oven

Forget how it used to be coz now I have it buzzin

Superbad with what I do with rap, word to McLovin

Feeling ready to die but it's no biggie

If you ain't a real one then you won't get me

Even in the summer thissa cold city

Who can you trust for real I don't know really

I was tryna talk to em but they wont hear me

So I let em goosechase, yeah they so silly

Point blank period, the flow heavy

So if they want that smoke then it's Fo twenty

Let's not skirt around the topic, I rapped and she was impressed

I could pencil a line to get her out that summer dress

Red flags abound, around em I took a couple steps

Yeah, I've been seeing red and I don't do double texts

I flipped out but ain't win all my fights, just some assaults

Here I'm Samson if he was smart enough to just cut her of

Bet they so appalled coz Jimi Priceless involved

Coz I get it shaking behind bars like Silas and Paul

Feeling ready to die but it's no biggie

If you ain't a real one then you won't get me

Even in the summer thissa cold city

Who can you trust for real I don't know really

I was tryna talk to em but they wont hear me

So I let em goosechase, yeah they so silly

Point blank period, the flow heavy

So if they want that smoke then it's Fo twenty