Smoke

[Intro: Skryptonite] Whip flies through the city tunnels On a backseat with Chinese noodles Know my way, I don't need no Google (Google) NFT jewel (This goes hard) [Verse 1: Skryptonite] I don't need to look smart or brutal Just like I don't need no approval, true though, true though Ready to shit on subconscious Came on own gas, no advances (Now we got copyright) Now we got copyrights, lawyers and margins Employees and many options Took a technique with momma milk, not through one hundred bill There's no economy (Mm-mm) This award got no fucking nominees None of my homies are looking for harmony They tryna pull us on politic We trying to fight with monopoly by monopoly Not tired to smoking this broccoli But probably tired of looking for some new philosophy And numbers, this is what I believe always (Always) None of these bitches been hopeful, me even more so Now even not Coco, taking them nose off They crossed the line, and now they all crossed off Bridges is burned, but we also made 'em high with that smoke [Chorus: Skryptonite] Made 'em high with that smoke (Smoke, smoke) Made 'em high with that smoke Made 'em high with that smoke (Smoke) Made 'em high with that smoke Made 'em high with that smoke (Smoke) Made 'em high with that smoke Made 'em high with that smoke (Yeah) Made 'em high with that smoke (Yeah) Made 'em high with that smoke [Verse 2: Benny The Butcher] Kept it to gangster to fall off the throne These niggas don't know what it took me (Took me a lot) To get where I'm at, I made songs about the trap Just to get these promoters to book me (Book me) Made another 250 this month And these hoes know my body So that's for these niggas (Bitch-ass niggas) She put 89 in that little baby blue Benz That hoe told me gas too expensive (I know) And I'm in your city the middle of nowhere Places I be, they tell me not to go there Shopping in Saks, they think I got a show here (Yeah) I want to the airport this morning with no gear I put this watch on you, probably feel cold air (Whoo) I said, "I like no hair" she said, "Don't you go there" Niggas, bring up my name, but I don't care I put the stick on, um, it won't be no fear You talking jugling I'm one of the best Grinding 'til one, we can summons what's left (My nigga) I gave 'em Coco in front of my steps then Iced out the logo in front of my chest We talking numbers discussing a check When you a hustler then what you expect? You put that money up cover the bet You fucking with gang that's Russian Roulette (The Butcher coming) nigga [Chorus: Skryptonite] Made 'em high with that smoke Made 'em high with that smoke (Smoke) Made 'em high with that smoke Made 'em high with that smoke (Smoke) Made 'em high with that smoke Made 'em high with that smoke (Smoke) Made 'em high with that smoke Made 'em high with that smoke (Smoke)