Smoke On

Wolves out, baby

My barrel lean like therazine

Dream like raven king, cream like Medaheem

Cartel spark, well yard in the mezzanine

Swimming at the shark boll

Shark boll – guillotine

Hundred on the dark boards, go up on the big machine

Blowin at your entourage, whole squad been verines

Camouflage dons spits hella steam

Prophesize, we monopolize

Gotta get the green

Packs in my nap sack, roll up a swisha sweet

Light a spliff, life’s a bitch, freakin off with the team

All the shit I seen probably, probably should be dead now

Fuckin ZOMBiES smoke the bombast weed to the head now

It’s the semi-auto blowin through yo audio

My niggas pressure you and leave you in the pause mode

No movements, this reality music

The gun law is – if you got one you better use it

Bangin B convo, see yo way out

Before D jump over E and F U up like a G

So play silly, fill a 9 millie

Actin you bout this life, be for really

Face fightin, wanna stay up, yall niggas kill me

Everything, 215, it’s Gucci Philly

It’s Louie loaf with the smoke to be exact

Camouflage Dons, ZOMBiES, Statik Selekt

Is it’s 10 shots, we blowin off limbs

No suplems, don’t get it twisted, we not them

It’s a new wave, NWA

Trick it how you want it and it’s all I gotta say

The fame don’t change me, I still won’t fuck with you niggas

I still be on the streets, I still scream fuck religion

I ain’t scared of beef, come beak and put on a skilly

To biggest, to non-existance so fuck with my competition hoe, hold up

Both heads in competition

Your mortal visions, sacrilegious, spittin vivid pictures

Smoking with the same niggas, Montana flow

Wired into white cope that shot that kid on my block

I’m from a place where if we want it we take it

Gold teeth, two phones, driving in the basement

Two freaks, one me, it’s threesomes in the AM

Takeaway for curve shit, four blunts in one bag

Bodies in the basement, homicide cases

Prophesizing about multiplyin, part like we acres

Hater you ain’t on like the Lakers

I know I’m wrong but we done for, got the same shit

Smif-N-Wessun, one bullet, you’ll pick

3rd leg, I be putting in your back

Rhyme like life after death, had a full disc

Rhyme like all eyes on me, times full of shit

Glock blaze, cheap pins, smoking at the ball game

Sky bucks, up top only when the Knicks play

Smif-N-Wessun fine and OG in the swift blade

Before you cross a day, motherfucker look both ways

Motherfucker look both ways (both ways)

Motherfucker look both ways

Camouflage Dons

Camouflage Dons