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The Smoke - RJ Payne (Ft. 38 Spesh)
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The Smoke - RJ Payne (Ft. 38 Spesh)
[Intro: RJ Payne]
Square Root of a Kilo, nigga
RJ motherfuckin' Payne, 38 Spesh
Trust! BSF gang, nigga
Black Soprano Family, Griselda
EIMG, Rushmore Muzic
Yeah..
[Verse 1: RJ Payne]
I'm on a whole 'nother level of skill
Yeah, we heard the dirty hate, but that .38 Special for real
Fuck ya medical bills
Carlton Banks, both arm swingin'
These bullets gon' land wherever they will, it's PAYNE!!!
Fresh Prince bars, the God back again
I been great since he got chased by Charlie Mack and them
Fuck shine, I'm glowin' different, it's called platinum
Bare foot, long ass choppers, we all African
Yeah, Shaka Zulu, bitch I get brutal
The Glock shinin', top rhymin', knock out ya noodles
I won't stop climbin' until I'm on top of Google
Deebo, Preemo, come and rock with the Guru
Skill effortless, still treacherous
Kilos, I move blocks, the real Tetris
The talent, the hunger, the ego, the real messages
Megatron meets Leprechaun, they will treasure this
I won't all the smoke, I ain't for the jokes
Gemini, twin hammers on me, check my horoscope
My kundalini is higher, even my aura dope
Miss Griselda Blanco my mother, this that imported coke
I clear the booth in a second
Everybody prepared, this here's a nuclear weapon
Then we through with the session, who's as smooth as us?
In the words of 38, the only rule is trust, PAYNE!!!
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