HOLY SMOKE!

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Okay, okay, okay
 Eli on the beat
 '95 got the heat
 Cut it up
 Dyllie, yeah
 Used to doubt me on the low
 Now they know, Shawty Lo (now they know)
 Think I said this line before
 Got the hope out the boat (out the boat)
 I put 50 in the boat, did a show, 50 mo'
 If you love me, let me know
 Tote a pole, holy smoke
 Look, Holy Spirit on that speed dial (hello?)
 Prolly still could spit a heater when I'm senile
 Harder than my demons, I got screwtape deep in denial
 Me and Ovadose just dropped a screwtape for the free now (for the free)
 Okay, get spiffy for the photograph
 Middle-class menace had a blicky in the cul-de-sac
 I was in the country with the heathens, we were goin' bad
 Gold all on my neck, giving worship to a golden calf
 You ain't never sleep, homie rollin' with insomniacs
 Hol' up, check my fit, look like Johnny Cash
 Jesus say you only rich if it's a holy bag
 Daddy say man you the sh- well you the holy crap
 Look, must be careful what you speak
 From the heart is where it creeps
 I put diamonds on my teeth
 'Cause my heart is on the king
 Put the team up on my back
 They put tribal on they skin
 I can never take an L
 My Messiah always win, yeah
 Why He never take it casual?
 Dyllie under center, that mean Keith gon' catch the lateral
 Eli got it jumping
 Grandpa screaming "Holy mackerel"
 Try to keep it calm but we gon' turn the place diagonal (turn it)
 Yeah, we gon' turn the place diagonal
 I dropped lowercase to let you know it ain't 'bout Capitol
 I might meditate then fly away just like Aladdin, oh
 Me and Jon we goin' back and forth just like a palindrome
 Used to doubt me on the low
 Now they know, Shawty Lo (now they know)
 Think I said this line before
 Got the hope out the boat (out the boat)
 I put 50 in the boat, did a show, 50 mo'
 If you love me, let me know
 Tote a pole, holy smoke
 Bwah!
 Ayy, wait, with the oop
 Indie tribe ball like NBA, but I never hoop
 'Bout my business with no MBA, I dropped out of school
 Ain't no junkie in my DNA, but I got the juice (I got plenty with me)
 I just, wait, I just feel like Dr. Seuss (okay)
 They ask who, I point out the elephant that's in the room (the room)
 Sweep the feet, Harry Potter like it's magic in the broom
 And my sin been evacuated just like Jesus's tomb (wow)
 Who is this man, he look big man
 I got wheels BMX, ain't no kickstand (nah, nah, nah)
 Ain't no feels for my ex, look at this hand (I'm gettin' married)
 This a gang, ain't no clique, we don't disband
 I got plenty hope, I told Satan no
 Taking shots long distance but it's quick scope (bang, bang, bang)
 If I got it then I got it, ain't no slip bro
 Reppin' west, but it's Daygo ain't no skid row
 Okay my demons fed up
 My God said pick yo' head up
 I'm married to the dream
 Like my first name Coretta
 I never chase the cheddar
 I'm only getting better
 You rappers hella funny
 You sounding so Heath Ledger
 Almost done
 Jon keep goin' with the wind (yuh)
 Holy Spirit called him up again (yuh)
 Demons try to throw me off the fence (great)
 Stick the landing, all I see is tens (yuh)
 I ain't did sh- for the trends (wow)
 God's son, why would I pretend? (Wait)
 Village on the way, pay attention
 Can't keep up, take a hint
 Used to doubt me on the low
 Now they know, Shawty Lo (now they know)
 Think I said this line before
 Got the hope out the boat (out the boat)
 I put 50 in the boat, did a show, 50 mo'
 If you love me, let me know
 Tote a pole, holy smoke
 ♪
 Eli on the beat
 '95 got the heat
 I really like the people we're becoming
 

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Duration
03:16
Key
1
Tempo
84 BPM

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