On Smoke

[Chorus]
I don't got no time for this shit
Give a word and I got me a rhyme for this shit
And I'm making hit
I don't hog the beat, but I'm still bakin' this shit
I be achin’ and shit
Cause I carry the game
And they barley ashamed
And from working hard ya they clearly refrained
And It's fairly odd how I do feel like a parent
I won't jest I'm the best and it's truly apparent my nigga

[Verse 1]
They copy my shit like a parrot my nigga
Don't say we the same I can’t bear it my nigga
My music you just can’t compare it my nigga
That Dior you know Im gon' wear it my nigga

It's crazy to me how I got this ability
Up against me that's your first disability
Taking him out if he tryna belittle me
Not being nice I came in with hostility

[Chorus]:
I don't got no time for this shit
Give a word and I got mе a rhyme for this shit
And I'm making hit
I don't hog the beat, but I'm still bakin' this shit
I bе achin' and shit
Cause I carry the game
And they barley ashamed
And from working hard ya they clearly refrained
And It's fairly odd how I do feel like a parent
I won't jest I'm the best and it's truly apparent

[Verse 2]
I want diamond rings I ain't talking bout bridal
Stay with the gang all my actions be tribal
When I touch the beat there's no chance of survival
I mean it there just ain't no chance of revival

When I touch it, it turn to a dead beat
Now it's just like my father
Ya Im bout the beef like its red meat
Can I get you a starter

I come up like the sun ya I really stay risin'
Over the horizon
On beats ya I stay terrorizing
Then I check em off, just its like Verizon

Peep their reaction not talking bout chemical
Some people say that I'm really impeccable
Truly respectable
Others a spectacle
Really just told'em to get off my-

Don't check my authority
Swear all these silly rappers are a bore to me
Want my damn closet to look like a store to me
Talking bout wins you know I take majority

You know that Im verified
And you know that I'm In the sky like I paraglide
Hear my flow and they clap like a pair of slides
I'm the teacher got pupils just like a damn pair of eyes

[Chorus]
I don't got no time for this shit
Give a word and I got me a rhyme for this shit
And I'm making hit
I don't hog the beat, but I'm still bakin' this shit
I be achin' and shit
Cause I carry the game
And they barley ashamed
And from working hard ya they clearly refrained
And It's fairly odd how I do feel like a parent
I won't jest I'm the best and it's truly apparent