SMOKE

Mumble rap, conscious rap It's all the same, we're just talking about different things Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke The world is caving in, all around us, where should I begin The satanists are taking flaming torches to the face of kids Pack em full of hate, social media indoctrinates The youth to think that freedom is something that should be for debate All these misconceptions, they lead us to mass-depression Rappers toting guns and promoting anti-depressants Just so they can push their message out to all the children It's OK to be a junkie so long as you're making millions But they buy it so I'm no villain, keep it unbiased, I ain't a menace Talkin bout riches, talkin bout bitches, takin the Xan's, poppin prescriptions Wavin their hands, they're mine any minute Their minds are demented, the fight of the fittest Inside of this gimmick, I split like division And causing the tension inside of the innocent While breaking them Benjamin's and breaking their innocence, whoops, feelingless Dope, Benadryl, Coke, Instagram Hoes in my crib, yo, into it So, I'm relevant enough to claim that this is hip-hop kid Yippie kai aye ah, I been on fire People try to bring me down, I go higher Mumble rap clowns, man you all should retire Either that or pick up a pen, and get inspired Yippie kai aye ah, I been on fire People try to bring me down, I go higher Mumble rap clowns, man you all should retire Either that or pick up a pen, and get inspired Conscious rap is worse than trappin, disgraceful asses can't move past it I blaze my smoke in backwoods laughing, y'all are a joke, I make moves like Magic Johnson before I toke, better show big at the shack then Cause I got green like sum artichoke, artists choke when the radio plays my shit Ain't no one tryna bear witness to a grown man talking bout his bidness Wanna see me rapping bout riches, phone numbers, and making them digits I'm feeding the clout to the hungry fishes, I'm dishing it out, I'm seeing em swimming A frenzy in the crowd, I'm filling em endless, your style is dead, but the art is still living It's The Walking Dead, I'm Daryl and Carol I will stack more denero than Will Ferrell, and each and every Egyptian Pharoah I could rap bout riches and bitches, drugs and Camaro's Instead I choose to traffic more substance than Rio de Janeiro I could go quick like you, dumb it down and not say shit like you But I refuse to recycle my lyrics, and color code em like American Spirits Stuck in a box, your bars are the same as every other rapper in the game Meanwhile, I'm insane in the brain, a real lyricist, I'm off of the chain Yippie kai aye ah, I been on fire People try to bring me down, I go higher Mumble rap clowns, man you all should retire Either that or pick up a pen, and get inspired Yippie kai aye ah, I been on fire People try to bring me down, I go higher Mumble rap clowns, man you all should retire Either that or pick up a pen, and get inspired Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke