Naw Smoke This

I don't preach, I hang bars like hooks
So I can speak beef
A fish tank full of notebooks
So much words feel like I can't breathe
So sick, pull raps out from the sleeve
Magic trick spectacular, I'm Houdini
Burning a blunt with a bad bitch, for a genie
Nah son I ain't greedy, I want what I fight for
So let me slide through like a snowboard
This worst is over, I've been to the bottom
I'm done, Plex sits high with broad shoulders
I'm Mr. good looking, fucks good, ask your bitch
Plex a fly man but his brain past orbit
Nah nigga smoke...

Who dat, who dat, say who dat
This ain't Mr. Who, it's big Plex homie in the booth
Verbally dancing to the beat
Slow jams that keep it trill in the streets
I'm a grown man
31 but don't call me no old head
I'll smack blood out your face then I rain dance
Poppy sample, raps, breaks, beats and sample
But this beat's Jak, all praise is due
I ain't done yet like a blunt that just been lit
Snatch the blunt from the nigga that rolled it
Grab the blunt and his bitch right off to the sunset
Now we off this
Now bitch smoke this...

What we do can't be defined
Can't be fragile trying to walk in my size
Surprise this is big boy shit
Scratch that, this is grown man shit
You's a bitch with a dick
They call that tranny
Body work, bleaching their skin like he's Sammie
He's dumb, young, full of cum
Summer's almost done
Still has no place to go
Now he lost one...