Smoke DZA (2016) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle024 Smoke DZA

[Verse 1]
Kushed God, bitch (Uhh)
You niggas practice your talent but it's a gift though
Chainsmokin' them all, you can take a quick poll
I got more, don't even trip, yo
Fuck with the cookie like Nebisco
I ain't the cut, see, I'm the distro
Damn, your packets hit or miss though
Real ones I've got a clique full
Y'all on Molly like a few old fiends
Resident stoner of the New York scene
Blue Yankee fresh Timbs like a New York meme
Hoppin' out something European
You sonned out nigga, you offspring
Got my whole style bit up
Voice your opinion then you bitter
Niggas think they lit 'til they lit up
Pitbull to a poodle is getting crucial
Don't let the hippie shit fool you, I bring it to you
That's how I rock, fuck your claim to fame
I never signed but got the game from Dame, stay in your lane, you're lame
I'm too paid, niggas is groupings
Two L's in one, that's really a cool J
Knock a nigga out like a roofie
Black 'bout to come home stronger than Luke Cage
Bring the pain if you want war
Flyin' home from the west, got two on board
Made a livin' off pot, they talk premature
Smokers' club, I slide, I put you on tour, uhh
Now you artist investors can get the message
If brand creative directors can get that check up
Kushed God sermons a slight lecture
Got a clip full with extras nigga