Is, This Cigarettes

[Chorus] Honestly, I doubt it if I only seen it on the Internet A lot of niggas bred, not a lot of niggas thoroughbred How this thing that I love gon’ kill me, is this cigarettes? Is it nicotine? [Verse 1] Where my niggas at? Making something of themselves, placing bigger bets We got bigger fish to filet, we ain’t laying up Dunking that shit from the free throw, niggas fucking hacks Got the simulation glitching bitch, we busting back Now they leaning in to listen, got the baritone Still a couple niggas drowsy off the 'tussin pack I’m feeling energies, I’m even peeping pheromones I’m screening enemiеs like casting calls for Marvel flicks Brought water to drink, brought watеr to gargle with If it was saltwater most at the surface on some snorkel shit I’m in the dark water it’s black and white just like the orcas is Killing shit, Darth Vader even with the force These niggas forcing it Art paid us even with the failure, know I’m fortunate Raw papers twisting up these joints, I’m no contortionist Stargazer, look up at the sky and know it’s more than this Piss on niggas flows I’m Mr. Porcelain, please pardon me Salt shakers for the seasoning, it ain’t no salt in me Sharp razors in my company, they not just ornaments Far greater with more niggas like him, what’s the coordinates? [Chorus] Honestly, I doubt it if I only seen it on the Internet It’s a lot of niggas bred, not a lot of niggas thoroughbred How this thing that I love gon’ kill me, is this cigarettes? Is it nicotine? [Verse 2] I was hotboxing the 'Stang back at the gang way I been chain-smoking no chains just shorty namesake I been lane switching I ain’t switching the frame rate Iron chef cooking you can’t stay in the same kitchen Whip it left-handed my aim steady I can’t sway Bass clef branded they know that I keep it low key Apex legend I can’t stress it enough though Nigga born from pain I remember when I would hit Purp up for that quarter thang Got that bullshit off my shoulders like a halter top An altered path, the type of nigga to cop Baltic Ave Been picking up the type of shit they say I ought to drop On my Andre shit I might just go and grab a flute 'Cause flipping your shit for the mob is how they often flop I gave ’em water and I heard someone talking flukes A noble savage I can turn into Chernobyl if I drop this nuke [Chorus] Honestly, I doubt it if I only seen it on the Internet It’s a lot of niggas bred, not a lot of niggas thorough How this thing that I love gon’ kill me, is this, cigarettes Is it nicotine