Smoke

Swallow this pill your vision clearly distorted bruh
 Furious Styles I'm metaphorically Morpheus
 Fathered your style won't hesitate to orphan ya
 My powers out of your range no mighty morphing bruh
 I see the trill in her eyes
 Pass, I'm catching the vibe
 Smoking, soak in the views
 I'll think I'll make her my muse
 I'm with a pretty Peruvian pussy passion fruit
 Skin porcelain smooth, privates proportionate too
 Señorita sweeter than sangria just add the juice
 My transportation for two, I couldn't afford the roof
 She like Henny with no chase, I like my Remy with OJ
 In my ride you get no play
 Your new name should be Jose
 Playing picture me rollin, feel like Pac out in Oakland
 Feel like Pimp in Port Arthur
 I feel like Snoop when we smoking
 This for my niggas daughters, feel like Nas in NY
 Shout out to Evie and Mya
 I feel like Ye in The Chi
 Funeral for the fake, night owl for the snakes
 You always running your mouth, I do the race for the cake
 You be doing least but you be talking the most
 You must be poppin' them xans, you must be smoking that dope
 Spill blood on the leaves before I hang from a rope
 Got niggas jockin my steez, I got my foot on they throat
 Niggas say they can't breathe, I thought they wanted smoke
 Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
 Hol' Up, Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
 Yea, Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
 Spill blood on the leaves before I hang from a rope
 Got niggas jockin my steez, I got my foot on they throat
 Niggas say they can't breathe, I thought they wanted smoke
 Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
 I feel like Martin, marching thru Mississippi
 I feel like Willie last of the trill hippies
 I think I'm Huey P, I feel like Malcolm X
 I'm out here wearing berets, these niggas wearing berets
 Fake shit I detest with all due disrespect
 If ain't bout a check, no need to stress when you blessed
 That clearly ain't hush you puffin, I caught you niggas bluffin
 You ragamuffins, you Uncle Ruckus, I'm Fredrick Douglas
 I got this shit in the bag should work at Kroger or Publix
 No reference to Lauren London but this that new new Republic
 Stay outta sight from the public
 Talk that shit and you love it
 See my style and they dub it
 Niggas front like they thuggin
 Make one call to my cousin
 Packing heat like an oven
 Same ones mean muggin
 Be same ones runnin
 The same ones cluckin
 Be the same ones duckin
 Got no time for the fussin
 Nat Gang, nothing above it
 Funeral for the fake, night owl for the snakes
 You always running your mouth, I do the race for the cake
 You be doing least but you be talking the most
 You must be poppin them xans, you must be smoking that dope
 Spill blood on the leaves before I hang from a rope
 Got niggas jockin my steez, I got my foot on they throat
 Niggas say they can't breathe, I thought they wanted smoke
 Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
 Hold Up, Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
 Yea, Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote
 Spill blood on the leaves before I hang from a rope
 Got niggas jockin my steez, I got my foot on they throat
 Niggas say they can't breathe, I thought they wanted smoke
 Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote