Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke, artist - Haviah Mighty. Date of issue: 09.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |