Smoke All Day Styles P (Ft. Dyce Payne)

[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah
It’s got that crank to it yeah
Dyce talking that shhh...it (that’s that shit)
Yea

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Blunts or papers I might use both
Bombs and vapers until I choke
Smoke till I croak so I’m on that floor
I won Bugs Bunny money and that’s all folks
Smoke all day, falling asleep
I stood awoke all day, get to the bread
I go for broke all day, come from the hood
Where they move coke all day and we toak in hallways
7 grams in the dutchie tho
Expiring the vics acting like nuckie tho
Boss of the mob, I ain’t really lucky tho
Thinking of life and they praying they let Buckie go
Heaven got a ghetto for G’s I know Fats there
Lighting a fat one just thinking of last year
Praying and a hope all day tryna cope all day, you know what em do

[Chorus: Dyce Payne]
I smoke all day
Just to see if I can blow my problems away
But I’m still here
I smoke all day
Just to see if I can blow my problems away
I’m still here