Painted Houses Smoke DZA & Flying Lotus (Ft. Conway the Machine)

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Really?
Right
Right
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Italian flavors in my boots, they came from DM
Put my outfit in the mausoleum (Uh)
Forever I be rockin' 'til my jersery hangin' in the Colosseum
I be in her guts, you in her DMs (Ah)
Yellin', "Free my niggas, free my niggas, give 'em freedom"
They ain't in jail, they in record deals
This independent shit, kinda show you how that leverage feel
Give you that big steeper feel, hold up
"It was a good day", Ice Cube bangin' on the roll up
The cake fill up, Cool, J Dilla, flippin' donuts (Uh)
Twenty-eight grams, four-hundred-twenty short of a whole one (Uh)
Onе bad purchase'll sabotage your whole run
"Lеt me take that Reggie off your hand", said no one
Tryna finesse the package get you hit with a cold gun
Ridin' like Rusell, hit my horn when the dough come
Irish man missions, keep a painter
Dome some

[Chorus: Smoke DZA & Conway the Machine]
The team strong, tread light
Put you on a plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
We disappear and they be at your crib every night
The team strong, tread light
Put you on a plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
We disappear and they be at your crib every night (Look, talk to 'em)