Lyrics Smoke - Haviah Mighty, Clairmont The Second

Smoke

Big boss in a mini me suit
Stand tall ‘cause the city needs truth
I’m the main one filling these boots
I’m the same one singing these tunes
You not raw and you really need rules
I’m as smooth as breeze moves
I can prove my gene pool
Is made for the cathedral
My man we so unequal
I won it, you playing the game still
I weigh in, I’m tippin the scale still
Built the platform and the frame still
I think you rappers oughta stay still
Unless you really tryna break bills
Otherwise I break dreams
Look, that’s why half my bars have the same theme
I see the light at the end of the ray beam, I mean
I have always had an attitude
You will always think I’m mad at you
And get walked over like a pair of shoes
I fly over like a parachute
And hit you with that bird beak hawk shit
Sounding like a girl meets God shit
You could never block that don shit
I know how to walk and talk it
They know how to blah blah
But they don’t want the rah rah
Listen they don’t want the karma
Bet you they don’t get the armor
On they plate is no Sriracha
No sauce, huh
Bowling fail, no balls, huh
But shorty great, no falls, bruh
Ever since my uncle stabbed my dad in the face I bossed up
Best believe boy
I be chasing extreme joy
I be baking these beats boy
Clairmont Masego on the keys boy
Dare not be hating on the dream boy
2oolman saw my theme through
So imma do this for my g-ma up in heaven boppin' this preview (yeah I miss you)
So hold me back, they don’t want the smoke
And I ain’t really tryna give it
I listen whenever my mama spoke
Now I’m just really tryna get it
It’s your life, you should live it
Live it, live it
Now I’m just really trying to get it x 4
My bigger cousin
Got life in front him
I couldn’t function
I find me specking
Myself my budging
If I kept it tucked in
If I was bussing
With the repercussions
Without respect
I mean, we are young blacks
Every day it feels like dodging and finding ways to live
Like, government hates me, my hood hates me
I can’t leave my crib
Man, I’m out this home
My fear can’t hold me out from getting dough
My god got me could’ve died when that car fronted me but I’m here
Your dough my smoke, then y’all wanna smoke
Why do you think I go hard for cuz I’m crying on the phone
I was in sparse for a year
On a couch couldn’t make any bones
Lick lick I’m home
Bliss, same bliss was what I had any money for some home
My dad’s department departures as soon as they get started
I’m a rhapsody, is dope
Like weed and white yo
Fire she a pyro
Try with me and I’ll blow
I’ll delete a guy’s bones
Fum to fe to fi fo
No police at my door
Luckily my mind forged
Something to focus on
I’m on a roll yea, I’m on my DIY glow
Europeans might know (they do)
That all you gotta do is pay you
There’s always gonna be a way through
Not even talking bout the ye' boo
And govi I got sum to say too
Had faith in the trust I awarded you
I hate that I loved and supported you
I pray that my brothers don’t corner you
So hold me back, they don’t want the smoke
And I ain’t really tryna give it
I listen whenever my mama spoke
Now I’m just really tryna get it
It’s your life, you should live it
Live it, live it
Now I’m just really trying to get it x 4