Hype - Smoker's Lung

Ain’t no fire without the lighter
I’m the dope supplier
I be talking through my teeth like I been through the wire
I’m black as smokers lung, as black as onyx
Black as night, them old heads playing Gladis Knight
Discussing how they woulda piped her
No peter piper, crackas had em picking cotton
But it’s not enough discussion y’all be scared to push them buttons huh
Button ups and tailored suits
Don’t make you bulletproof but shit it makes me handsome
Still as vicious as a saber tooth
I walk the perfect line even if I ain’t sober
Came to reign but this couldn’t have been predicted by Al Rocker
I’m tryna cop the Cuban buy my baby girl a diamond choker
This college shit is wild, I seen these white kids doing lines off posters
I stay posted in my corner I just mind my business
We can roll up, let’s get blazed and let me spark ya interest
Keep my head above the water tryna learn to swim
Been peeping shit since birth I swear to God we was some smart ass children
Couldn’t kick it with the older folks
But shid a nigga older now I’m kicking shit with all my bros
Lifted off the edibles, rocking to the audibles
Doing the impossible cuz everything is plausible
Tryna get my neck full of goldI heard you wear a diamond grill to hide ya dirty mouth
Been half way round the world and back again
But I found diamonds in the rough when I moved to the dirty south
Back to reality, speaking life like analogies
Put holes in niggas thinking that it’s sweet
That's a cavity
Rappers speaking on salaries
I talk classics like the 7 day theory
Only real niggas could feel me
Really...
I’m in a different mind state
Crossing lines is like crossing borders
You know they hate it when us niggas migrate
Don’t make mad and blow my buzz I’m highly irate
Getting caught up in my web you all in my space
You can catch me with the blank face
I turn the world Into my canvas and right now it’s just a blank space
Paint the city ain’t no piece of cake
But you can get a piece of mind so let me show you how my mind taste
I heard you like to flirt with death if that’s your preference
Then we down to cut his eyes just to send him on a blind date
Tryna walk a crooked line nigga mine straight
Blow ya brains and leave ya mind blank

Written by:
Fidelis Folifac

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