Rosetta Stone Smoke DZA (Ft. Nyemiah Supreme & Vado)

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Kushed God (183rd Street)
Sinatra
Gotcha

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Ugh, my fly on autopilot, I don't need a stylist (Harlem)
Create the fresh, all my pieces fire (Ugh)
I deal directly with the brands, big up my feet supplier
Send a hater to the stand, straight through papayas
Niggas is liars, users, substance abusers, felonious, foolish
Self-proclaimed real niggas, I tell em "Prove it" (Prove it)
Good energy across the landscape (Right)
Since when, a broke nigga could demand weight
Maybe, Rosetta Stone could come and translate
You put syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes
Gem droppin', diamond test it, I can't fake
Honestly flawed, Midas my tone, outta control
Found the prices on my size, still the product is flown
Nigga, Airplane Mode couldn't silence my phone
They on my landline, Batline, all at my door

[Verse 2: Vado]
Ugh, I keep hearing these deep voices
I'm at a funeral and it's hell in these coffins (Open em)
Shawty tear up her feet walkin'
Slid her from squeeze to the Sheridan, we hawkin'
What you sharing? I need off it (Uh huh)
Dope for fifty-two had the Maryland streets talkin' (Yes)
I inherit the B-ballin' (Uh huh)
Down in the pain, I'm a scarier D. Dawkins (Ugh)
I steady push the Sour instead of kush (Uh huh)
Always fuck up the count, we call you Eddie Mush (Tell em)
When you wrap it and bounce, the bag already squshed
You keep an eye on the money, that cash a fetti look (Yes)
Hurry to leave, you never worry me, please
I promise won't nothing grow if I go and bury your seed (Ha)
Thirty degrees, was moving thirty of these
From inside of the Chinese, hit that Keith Murray will squeeze (Bow)