P.O.D. (Prequel of Death) Smoke DZA (Ft. Big K.R.I.T.)

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Blunt raps
As the Benz sprinter cruise through the city
Flying through the natti like I'm in a caddy
Everything lit
Cuz I felt like it

[Verse: Smoke DZA]
Every day I celebrate my wins
I'm a pro, how could a novice come critique my gems?
Shots at them
Pierce in the wind
Dip low, nigga
No EDM
Keep the factories, I never cared for them
I stashed my Didgy scale in a pair of Timbs
Let's reflect like the B3M
The last year I was worth like 3 M's
I ain't tired, coach keep me in
Mismatch on me
It's an easy win
Let's go P rolls, and put a bet on it
You big money, right?
But all that cheque flaunting
The prequel of death
Flash through the best momants
The birth of my kids, that first breath moment
West coast with Snoop Dogg, I burned my first extendo
Happiness like when my Pops bought me my first Nintendo
Or better yet to see him walk again
Life is a gorgeous thing
Tryna get you boys jewels, try not to pawn your bling
Trade your dignity for enormous rings
Heavy though
Hearing Mama saying she love me, never get old
Even though 10th grade year, I never would go
If you ever should know