L-line a nigga up just like a pencil (like a pencil) L-l-let you hold my flow, yeah I just blessed you (just blessed you) I just fucked up five racks, dropped it on a jacket (on a jacket) F-f-fuck the bitch one time, she said that I'm rude (I'm rude)

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so

I can't resist Temptation, temptation, temptation Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Well I know that he is made of smoke smoke But I've lost my way He knows

Take your time coming home. Hear the wheels as they roll. Let your lungs fill up with smoke. Forgive everyone. She is here and now she is gone We had plans, we can't help but make love. It's a beautiful thing when you love somebody, And I love somebody.

'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke smoke clears out and my high perhaps I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse 'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, you feel weak And when you feel weak

I gave 'em hope When my nigga needed money (What you do?) I gave 'em dope Every time we went to war (What we do?) We gave 'em smoke smoke Fiends was copping, I was broke Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope Let them niggas have the

Yeah-eah-eah-eah And I say yeah-eah They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest They got their hands at my neck this time But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong Then they don't know what this feeling is like I'll tell

I know you had the time of your life I'll be countin' this shit all night Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty See yeah I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty Yeah, uh-huh I smoked a

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road. Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console. Memory Lane up in the headlights. Got me reminiscing on the good times Said I'm turnin' off the real life