Smoke Sum
I been on a roll (Blao)
Yea I smoke a j (Wow)
Then I get high, relax my mind and write some lines (Vibe)
To this beat slow (Yup)
Hit it everyday (Smoke)
Let it seep slow (Slow)
When I gets ghost (Ghost)
Yea I gets gone (Gone)
Why I gets ghost, bitch I cannot get along
I can't get along with none of you cuz y'all is misinformed
I swear my mind is ahead, this the calm before the storm
I'm thinking and growing rich, y'all bullshitin' bein bitch
You think wake up and be rich, post a song and you'll be lit
I'm thinkin' bout making a plan and putting in work and making it work
And building a team and switch up routine and goin berserk, yea
Thats why I cannot relate, and I'm in a foreign state, bitch you know you can't relate, yea
And you know I came to stay, throw it back to what I like, I go off like all the time, yea
Bitch you know I'm heartless, no roof in the gardens, bitch you know I'm guarded, yea
You gon' take my guard down, you gon' lay up with me, we gon' smoke some broccoli, yea
And we smokin' palm trees, yea we smokin' bomb weed and we riding 'raris, yea
Not only in my dreams, when we ridin' through street ain't no one ahead of me, yea
When I'm riding through the street (Yea)
Bitch you gonna notice me (Yea)
I ain't got no tints cuz (Cuz)
Cuz bitch you gonna notice me
I took down the blimp cuz they know that it's mine already know the world is mine already
Touch down I'm here to stay already, ready
I ain't leaving baby no I'm steady scheming up these racks, steady contemplating plaques
Money, power and respect, swear they gonna stack up fast
Now, I cannot go back no they gotta notice that, I was only 19 when I wrote down my first rap
You should know I ain't never gonna turn back
When I'm on Imma take off to the max
When I'm gone they gon' wish I could come back
Baby no I don't go back on my raps
And I do what I say and that's facts
And I wanna get back to back plaques
I already said it but I want it that bad
Your booty looking tight in them jeans
Bring it over here I got green
I make it rain, you let that shit breathe
Bitch you know I'm heartless, no roof in the gardens, bitch you know I'm guarded, yea
You gon' take my guard down, you gon' lay up with me, we gon' smoke some broccoli, yea
And we smokin' palm trees, yea we smokin' bomb weed and we riding 'raris, yea
Not only in my dreams, when we ridin' through street ain't no one ahead of me, yea