[Produced by Thelonious Martin]
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
One of the illest niggas doing it, you should thank me
Art in your ears, I paint the image like I'm Banksy
A1, keep it all the way tall, lanky, rolling up another one
Bumping kid frankie
Nigga getting chicken extra dinner rolls
Fuck the politics, see many come, many go
Few real niggas, few niggas told
Broke hearts like when Ewing missed the finger roll
And only if you in it, then you really know
Bad bitch centerfold, Uber cab send her home
Nigga pure dope no stamp on me
Count on me to keep it g, you could bank on me
Ah, I've been on my shit
They call it showing love
Nah, call it sucking dick
Speaking of that, face fucking my Cambodian bitch
Soundtrack provided to you by Thelonious
We own this shit
We own this shit like
Like any look I do I own it
Can't copy or clone it
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
I show stop, hop out in my bath robe
In high 'lo socks
Sweat shorts to my calvs
Joints kinda look like knickers
But I'm not that type of nigga
This a different type of get up
It's rare, bagging up
Still got OG in my nails
Eyeball a half of pound nigga, I don't need a scale
Chill, as long as they keep printing bills
I'mma never stay still
Fuck a deal nigga, I could make a mill quicker
What Imma do with that advance, buy a meal with it?
I play the block with the youngins
Like a recruiter on any Marthin Luther
Acquainted with shooters, the randomous killings
Is pure entertainment, to a nigga that's brainless hands
On the stainless, tryna get famous
There's a war going on outside
No man is safe from
Be aware, get hit if you play dumb
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