Lyrics All It Takes - Thelonious Martin, Smoke DZA

All It Takes

Kushed God, bitch!
I’ma need a ten piece from Harold’s, mild sauce
Make sure the fries is crispy and all that
Locate the Uber, take 'em to CBS
Make sure you get me all the dutches in that motherfucker
Smokin' this whole pack, whatever I don’t smoke, I’m taking home
I play like that
RIGHT!
Fuck the hold up, what’s the hold up, keep it capital G
Blow a donut, nigga roll up when you listen to me
It’s the God nigga, Kushed God see me strutting through the fog nigga
All hail
Shit, my cartel full of kings, made men pulling strings
Sons of Anarchy kind of things
Stoner spirituals, hustler hymns
Sermons’ll have you burning stuff some wax in your pen
I’m el plaga I say it once and I don’t say it again
Fuck what you saying you ain’t playing unless you playing to win
Unanounced, walk in your house, light up in your living room
Ash on your couch, take your lighter and bounce
Nigga rolled in, rolled out, blowing lethal
My cologne is tuscan leather and sour diesel
Classic, classic apple like the cobble streets
I’m the best nigga here in all honesty