Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Through the Smoke, artist - Marty Grimes. Date of issue: 30.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Through the Smoke |
| YAH! |
| Dressed in all black with my gold watch |
| Dread to the back with my huff socks |
| Blowin clouds, you know its loud |
| My shirts off and I’m tatted down |
| Breaking every rule that they gave me, I know this shit sounds crazy |
| But most new cats be fugazzi |
| So you only get a ear if you pay me |
| In the back seat for way too long |
| Busy stacking my dollars up |
| This for every moment I was slept on |
| Now I think it’s time to get the driver up |
| Been around the whole country |
| Watched my closest homie, slay crowds |
| Time to go back around the country but put me up on the stage now |
| And I’m resurrected with a new flow, rap game’s new KuJo |
| With a zip of tree, some whiskey |
| Come get me cus I’m good to go |
| They can’t cook me, they try though |
| But I’m to rare, so raw |
| Feet kicked up with my shoes off, and coast side with the top off |
| And I’m zooming, zooming |
| Been working hard and damn it, business is booming, booming |
| They loosing, living fake, they on their Truman, Truman |
| While I’m tooming |
| That’s killing shit |
| Acting like a casino, boy you better recognize who you dealing with |
| Little Murder Marty had dreams of a red Ferrari |
| He got older then he bought it, thats just how the story started |
| Then he filled it with some hoes, they rolled up some dro |
| All over the west coast |
| And shit thats all she wrote |
| BOY I’m killin' shit, and you love it |
| You might as well admit this shit, quit frontin' |
| I’m coming for your dividends |
| That gold throne, you sittin' in |
| My work life is a party and I’m partying |
| So fuck it |
| Marty! |
| Ya six on the beat, on the board with KDE |
| It’s for my team |
| Ya |
| Marty, we taking over |