Pak-Man - Smoke Sessions lyrics
[Pak-Man - Smoke Sessions lyrics]
More readies got me war ready
Got bored of Roleys, I had four Presi's
This three-two's light but this four's heavy
Back your chat, back your strap
You know the talk's petty
I don't need to mention all the joints I cut
All these big pointers get my point across
Always bounce back from an L
You know your boy a buss
I can make millions from the voice I've got
Straight drop Peruvian
Switched up the newest Benz
Just dropped the roof again
Put him on the News At Ten
Chess not checkers, real steppers
No "who's your friend?" met a girl in Zara
I just put her in Gucci then
Big drip, girls wanna ride on a rich dick
Slim thick, take her on a quick trip
Uptown, she don't want a picnic
Buss down, wanna get her wrist lit
Retail therapy in five-star attire
With seven G's
Five grand attire, what you telling me?
Amiris and Jordans
Going Hatton out of boredom
This weed imported, I'm very important
Smoking on Cali blunts, never been Cali once
Didn't fly for years, didn't catch no sun
Quick Harrods run
Should've stacked these funds
Staring at the man in the
Mirror that I have become
Went A Jewellers for a watch and another ring
You just bring the debit card
I just bring the duffle in
Buss down my wrist for all
The nights I was suffering
Should've listened to my Mum but
I was a stubborn kid
These verses are real, had birds on the hill
Furs and the silk, saw some permanent spill
Got a next house full of spare clothes
This game full of weirdos
The phone keeps ringing but I air hoes
Balling like NBA, nothing a fake can say
All I hear is NFA
Go check my resume, blowing this Gelonade
Givenchy on me but I went
Through a Fendi phase
Said I don't need it but
I still bang it anyway strapped in designer
Get slapped in your melon mate
Sticky like Sellotape
You was never selling weight
Hate to see you elevate, they'll fold gold
Tell a jake
Let me get this pain off my chest
You should pay me respect you're a coward
You're a snake and you're wet
I ain't breaking a sweat
All my haters are stressed
In the latest I'm fresh
Got this paper correct
I ain't joking, laughing
At a man that's broke and starving
Cause I remember being broke and starving
Now the balcony goes around
The whole apartment soldiers marching
Survived the storm like Noah's Ark did
Got bored of Roleys, I had four Presi's
This three-two's light but this four's heavy
Back your chat, back your strap
You know the talk's petty
I don't need to mention all the joints I cut
All these big pointers get my point across
Always bounce back from an L
You know your boy a buss
I can make millions from the voice I've got
Straight drop Peruvian
Switched up the newest Benz
Just dropped the roof again
Put him on the News At Ten
Chess not checkers, real steppers
No "who's your friend?" met a girl in Zara
I just put her in Gucci then
Big drip, girls wanna ride on a rich dick
Slim thick, take her on a quick trip
Uptown, she don't want a picnic
Buss down, wanna get her wrist lit
Retail therapy in five-star attire
With seven G's
Five grand attire, what you telling me?
Amiris and Jordans
Going Hatton out of boredom
This weed imported, I'm very important
Smoking on Cali blunts, never been Cali once
Didn't fly for years, didn't catch no sun
Quick Harrods run
Should've stacked these funds
Staring at the man in the
Mirror that I have become
Went A Jewellers for a watch and another ring
You just bring the debit card
I just bring the duffle in
Buss down my wrist for all
The nights I was suffering
Should've listened to my Mum but
I was a stubborn kid
These verses are real, had birds on the hill
Furs and the silk, saw some permanent spill
Got a next house full of spare clothes
This game full of weirdos
The phone keeps ringing but I air hoes
Balling like NBA, nothing a fake can say
All I hear is NFA
Go check my resume, blowing this Gelonade
Givenchy on me but I went
Through a Fendi phase
Said I don't need it but
I still bang it anyway strapped in designer
Get slapped in your melon mate
Sticky like Sellotape
You was never selling weight
Hate to see you elevate, they'll fold gold
Tell a jake
Let me get this pain off my chest
You should pay me respect you're a coward
You're a snake and you're wet
I ain't breaking a sweat
All my haters are stressed
In the latest I'm fresh
Got this paper correct
I ain't joking, laughing
At a man that's broke and starving
Cause I remember being broke and starving
Now the balcony goes around
The whole apartment soldiers marching
Survived the storm like Noah's Ark did