On Smoke Lyrics

I don't got no time for this shit

Give a word and I got me a rhyme for this shit

And I'm making hit

I don't hog the beat, but I'm still bakin' this shit

I be achin' and shit

Cause I carry the game

And they barley ashamed

And from working hard ya they clearly refrained

And It's fairly odd how I do feel like a parent

I won't jest I'm the best and it's truly apparent my nigga

They copy my shit like a parrot my nigga

Don't say we the same I can't bear it my nigga

My music you just can't compare it my nigga

That Dior you know Im gon wear it my nigga

It's crazy to me how I got this ability

Up against me that's your first disability

Taking him out if he tryna belittle me

Not being nice I came in with hostility

I don't got no time for this shit

Give a word and I got me a rhyme for this shit

And I'm making hit

I don't hog the beat, but I'm still bakin' this shit

I be achin and shit

Cause I carry the game

And they barley ashamed

And from working hard ya they clearly refrained

And It's fairly odd how I do feel like a parent

I won't jest I'm the best and it's truly apparent

I want diamond rings I ain't talking bout bridal

Stay with the gang all my actions be tribal

When I touch the beat there's no chance of survival

I mean it there just ain't no chance of revival

When I touch it, it turn to a dead beat

Now it's just like my father

Ya Im bout the beef like its red meat

Can I get you a starter

I come up like the sun ya I really stay risin

Over the horizon

On beats, ya I stay terrorizing

Then I check em off, just its like verizon

Peep their reaction not talking bout chemical

Some people say that I'm really impeccable

Truly respectable

Others a spectacle

Really just told'em to get off my

Don't check my authority

Swear all these silly rappers are a bore to me

Want my damn closet to look like a store to me

Talking bout wins you know I take majority

You know that Im verified

And you know that I'm In the sky like I paraglide

Hear my flow and they clap like a pair of slides

I'm the teacher got pupils just like a damn pair of eyes

I don't got no time for this shit

Give a word and I got me a rhyme for this shit

And I'm making hit

I don't hog the beat, but I'm still bakin' this shit

I be achin and shit

Cause I carry the game

And they barley ashamed

And from working hard ya they clearly refrained

And It's fairly odd how I do feel like a parent

I won't jest I'm the best and it's truly apparent