$MOKIN’ & CHOKIN’

I been smokin' and chokin', my heart is broken
Ain't my fault I'm soft spoken
Load the guns up, we loc'in
I'm on the run but I forgot my subway token
Got the whole block woken up, pick up my Glock
Dip out the spot, blood shattered from the bullets that I shot
Motherfuckers jealous of the gold that I got
Turn em into pickle relish, smoke a little pot
Cut the sample up, put my shit on top
And I hit it even when the fuckin' beat stops
In a minute I could make your whole body drop
Boy Froot'll never hesitate to kill a cop
Smoke a spliff and then I meditate, let my feet flop
You know that I delegate who's in my squad
Y'all underestimate what we're capable of
Put us to the test, we better than the rest
Rap saves me from the stress when I'm feelin' depressed
It's the best way that emotions get expressed
I'm still possessed got a demon in my chest
I'm sure to impress even though I ain't blessed
And I got sins I won't confess