Through The Smoke

[Verse 1: Marty Grimes]

YAH! Dressed in all black with my gold watch
Dread to the back with my huff socks
Blowin clouds, you know its loud
My shirts off and I'm tatted down
Breaking every rule that they gave me, I know this shit sounds crazy
But most new cats be fugazzi
So you only get a ear if you pay me
In the back seat for way too long
Busy stacking my dollars up
This for every moment I was slept on
Now I think it's time to get the driver up
Been around the whole country
Watched my closest homie, slay crowds
Time to go back around the country but put me up on the stage now
And I'm resurrected with a new flow, rap game's new KuJo
With a zip of tree, some whiskey
Come get me cus I'm good to go
They can't cook me, they try though
But I'm to rare, so raw
Feet kicked up with my shoes off, and coast side with the top off
And I'm zooming, zooming
Been working hard and damn it, business is booming, booming
They loosing, living fake, they on their Truman, Truman
While I'm tooming
That's killing shit
Acting like a casino, boy you better recognize who you dealing with

Little Murder Marty had dreams of a red Ferrari
He got older then he bought it, thats just how the story started
Then he filled it with some hoes, they rolled up some dro
All over the west coast
And shit thats all she wrote
BOY I'm killin' shit, and you love it
You might as well admit this shit, quit frontin'
I'm coming for your dividends
That gold throne, you sittin' in
My work life is a party and I'm partying
So fuck it
Marty!!
Ya six on the beat, on the board with KDE
It's for my team
Ya
Marty, we taking over