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Christopher Smith Jr (born October 2, 1991), better known by his stage name, Smino, is an American rapper, singer, songwriter and record producer from St. Louis, Missouri. Smino is a co-founder of the musical collective Zero Fatigue with Bari, Monte Booker, Jay2, and Ravyn Lenae. He is signed to independent label Downtown Records. Smino initially gained local recognition in 2012 where he released a mixtape called Smeezy Dot Com, and a collaboration mixtape with Bari called Retail. In 2015, he released two EPs: S!Ck S!Ck S!Ck and blkjuptr.His debut studio album, blkswn was released to critical acclaim on March 14, 2017. His second studio album, NØIR, was released on November 8, 2018. more »

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You know dilla been wilding
Got clips on me for real
The flow got me grinding
Direct deposit's,  cash all in my pockets
I let them mix and then talk about it
You would think I was Logic, I gotta
Get it cracking on my mommas
So trill flow coke spit snow hills
Like I rap soda or Rapsody
In the basement like rap

Said y’all know the vibes
Might pop up like Tigger
Y’all know the stripes
Y’all niggas don’t rap good enough to compete
Being modest
I’m honest man y’all niggas weak
I’m elite I said should of
Put Cole on my beats
Ain’t capping in the pole with
Niggas who got a pole
Take caps back, back catcher type
Better act kap like, take you a knee
Said KG and Kobe Bean going
Straight to the league
The bed might squeak when I hit
I might pull up when squeak finna spin
And damn near slide with yo shorty
And off top, man she off top you would
Think she was Pamela Voorhees
It is what it is everything
Everything like I was Noname
African nigga said I got like 4 names
You really know me if you know my whole name
Let us get the green just like we Romains
Might chop the fro might grab me a Ceasar
King Cold I might grab me Freiza
Wrist gold said I had to retrieve it
Outsider I might slap me a greaser
Catch a fade like routes and receivers
Hallelujah gone grab you a preacher

Never been a foe no never
So many bands look like Coachella
I fucked her friend hope she won't tell her
(whatever, whatever) okay, I'm back in this
Bitch like parallel parking
She gobbling call her a goblin
I'm a new Dennis she stuck on the Rodman
(God damn)
If I don't pop out it ain't popping
I always pop like John Witherspoon
Grew up in my granny living room
Never silver spoon all my life
Was Andy Silva fighting
Sucker for saliva pussy kryptonite I confess
She threw the panther in Carolina
I ran them racks up in Carolina
I save her name as Ms charlotte
Ambi on the beat let me take my time
Atlanta in morning about to buy a new smile
Gold on my gums and lithium lungs
And I'm lit than a bitch
And my karma is coming

You know dilla been wilding
Got clips on me for real
The flow got me grinding
Direct deposit's, cash all in my pockets
I let them mix and then talk about it
You would think I was Logic, I gotta
Get it cracking on my mommas
So trill flow coke spit snow hills
Like I rap soda or Rapsody
In the basement like rap city

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