| So much smoke | 
| Clouds, my feelings away | 
| Inside I go | 
| To find all that I need | 
| Who can I trust | 
| No one, that I know | 
| Who do I love | 
| Only, ones I hold close | 
| I’m in the background minding mine | 
| Sole purpose is a peace of mind | 
| Even though I seem to find | 
| Chaos in the quiet singin' all the time | 
| Outta key and outta pocket | 
| Auto-tune the Melodyne | 
| Content of another kind | 
| Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout | 
| It’s time to march you tryin' to walk it out | 
| The exit’s where the bitch nigga in you stand | 
| 10 toes in a stairwell | 
| You went the other way I wish you well | 
| Leave me be | 
| 'Cause weaponless on the battlefield you won’t find me | 
| You lookin' for allies and friends 'cause you won’t eat | 
| You fightin' the war alone tryin' to bring the battle-zone to me | 
| But you the one that started this shit | 
| So I’m supposed to be a part of this shit? | 
| My nigga where’s your heart in this shit? | 
| You only pop out when the dust settles and dust off your false medals | 
| While I’m in the field they can find me when the sun set and laid the fuck out | 
| in | 
| So much smoke | 
| Clouds, my feelings away | 
| Inside I go | 
| To find all that I need | 
| Who can I trust | 
| No one, that I know | 
| Who do I love | 
| Only, ones I hold close | 
| So much smoke | 
| Clouds, my feelings away | 
| Inside I go | 
| To find all that I need | 
| Who can I trust | 
| No one, that I know | 
| Who do I love | 
| Only, ones I hold close | 
| Yea, how paranoia make you feel like you was in a cell | 
| Underwater dissolving all my emotions like a pill | 
| Tryna kill my pain and all my ills | 
| All the thrills is gone, all the skill’s been shown | 
| All the venom injected paralysis got my right leg stiff | 
| Tryna kick the habit and not trust her | 
| In love with my wife but this music keep me lustin' | 
| The only thing that gives release unless I’m bustin' | 
| Revenge is somethin' I keep close like first cousins | 
| I smile when I shake a few hands but I don’t feel nothin' | 
| Keep a just as close, you ain’t got no manners? | 
| I make bodies disappear like abracadabra, poof | 
| Black excellence I’m living proof | 
| All the cars bullet-proof, I ain’t ready for my last suit | 
| Spacin' out as I reflect, mind goes in orbit | 
| And only spare the honesty, I hope y’all absorb it | 
| I don’t trust you niggas |