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