KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Smoke lyrics

You know
Roc-a-fella to me was
I, I believed in that
I believed in the la familia
I believed it was family
I believed that wholeheartedly
At that time like
For Roc-a-fella, I was gon’ do 20, 30
40 years
That was no prob
I believed that

Once again, it's H.A.R.D nigga
Me and Joell be like hard liquor
All shots no bartender
I’m pulling up in New York
I got the Cali plates on the car fender
As I watch worth of cigars nigga

Blowing smoke in the air gun loaded
You get the large picture
If I draw it, you'll be a chalk figure
Big toe with the small sticker
Hanging like the 500 kilogram
With the cross, it's the
Too hard as you soft niggas lacrosse niggas
If I’m running round
With the stick, it's to off niggas
Fresh pair white
On my feet without the off nigga
Just a check like I’m finished up
At a boss dinner
I don't do all the industry functions
I’m no good at trying to smiling faces
I be feeling like punching
Fake hugging after wild alcoholic consumption
Only time I ever watch
The awards if I’m holding one in the air
Then I’ll drop the award off in
My telly hit the studio
And drop an award-winning verse
Then get it mixed
And drop it before the night's done
Go get some sleep
Then drop off my dog at
The groom in New Orleans
Push the drop through a ward
Block sun with Tom Ford
Shotgun Melyssa Ford type bitch
Rap shit, your wife gotta be bored
She only see them board walks
On monopoly boards
I get bored and walk the beach
On my property, dawg
Park places for new boats, yeah
I dock on the shore
You telling me he used
To be signed to the doctor, you sure?
After that math I just did
He still gots to be on
I am on, on a mission, more spitting
Mortician
Yous try to fuck with my scratch
The morm's itching

I scratched the serial numbers
Like Theodore Wizard
D'Adore’s exquisite be with my
Mi amore in a Singapore visit
See before it was four
But now we seeing more digit's
We at war with snitches
We at war with prehistoric lizards
Tongues fork they devils
I comes forth with rebels
You done dorkest levels
I’m some sort of a don leader (Yeah)
Getting looters in the plans
I’m a calm libra (Yeah)
Still shoot you and your man's, I beat a
Road manager moving
With them bands, I’m a palm reader
I got my future in my hands
(My nigga, I’m different)
I came up on them back streets
Where a dealer just fucked
A crack fiend right in the backseat
(That's Maxine, crazy ass cheeks
No bad teeth)
Yeah she aight
(She just started smoking crack last week)
You be aight
I show you my hood live in 3D
Niggas still selling CDs and
DVDs by the DD's
Better eat your weedies
Niggas running away from PD's
EBT and that PPP got my niggas greedy
Across the street, we see Crooked
He's on the main strip
Hanging with gangsters who hit bank licks
Dressed in gang drip
Type of gangsters rappers can't bang with
'Less you getting extorted by 'em
Get your royalty cheque and
Just stay dangerous
I’m outside with it
Even our queen's moving G-unit's
Do it just like the south side did it
Don't lie to kick it
If you scared to ride dirty with the 30
Just give it to me
I’ll slide with it
It's smoke