Full of Smoke (feat. Big Flock)

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Nast B

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Big Flock nigga, keep a Glock nigga
Already know how I rock nigga
I'm in the trap
Swear this shit give me a rush cause these fumes keep on getting me high
I really hit licks but now i'm just fucking with bags, that's the shit that be getting me fly
And all of my opps being doing diss shit on the Internet, want 'em a reason to die
My youngin's ain't doing no talking, they really ain't into that
Now yo ass live in the sky
It's free Avenue
Shit stuck over the jail, he got caught by the FBI
My shit be lunchin' don't let me get pissed off and get burnt up like a STI
I miss C Diddy, it's been eight years since God took 'em but I still really can't see why
My dawg just called from the state pen he said that he having his way, he up JCI
Yeah, before I get high gotta make sure my plays and my fronts
Got the shit that they need and they want
When you trappin' like this it get real
So I keep it right under my seat, it can't be in my trunk
Yeah I tried to be humble they took it for weakness
That's when I decided to drag my nuts (Kill)
I was trynna get rich, they was trynna be tough
I was down on my ass thinking how to get up
Took a L out the cut, shit ain't go how I planned out
Nobody cares when you walk with yo hand out (Nobody)
Ran off on the plug, i'm sorry I bammed out
You niggas be dick riding, real live fanned out
I'm on some shit that they didn't see happening
Vac seal broke, had to learn to start bagging it
G26 with the laser i'm tagging you
When you start doing good, niggas start backstabbing you
Fly to Cali like a nigga with attitude (NWA)
Blow that Drac, that shit be coming with magnitude (I got that Drac)
Niggas knowing i'm the link, but when I try put niggas on they ain't show me no gratitude
Pull up to the hood i'm with Lik
Shit real crazy cause we was just walking on feet
If you pull up to the max, you looking a lot
We like five Tesla's deep
I can't sleep, and i'm still having nightmares Might need to get out the street
Feel like Tyrese, I know I can't get off the streets cause i'm stuck in this shit waist deep (Just like the movie)
The liquor destroying my stomach, can't eat
Too much blood in my eyes, can't see (Can't see)
Too much smoke in the booth, can't breathe
Too much baggin' this shit, I can't leave
I'm in the spot thinking 'bout all of the men that ain't here, it be days when I cry
Thought you was my nigga
Said we was locked in for life now i'm wondering why did you lie
When we get the drop, we coming like 007 so brodie gon' creep like a spy (Boom)
Now we up on the scoreboard
Nigga like me only focused on wins so I can't take a tie
Back in Ohood, you know them bags just landed so i'm 'bout to text all the guys (Ohood)
If I get any vibes that you niggas on hot shit
Put on my momma I cannot reply
The realest one in it, I gotta know that you taking your charges you hop in my ride
I be fighting my demons, it be some times where I lose so I gotta get back and get high (Yeah)
Two, its Nast
Uh, what up Flock
Uh, let's go
The realest one in it, yeah
Two, uh yeah

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