BSD.U - Smiggie Balls lyrics

[Verse 1 - Rising $un] (It was all a dream) I used to read Word-Up Magazine Now I'm smoking DMT, and weed up in my limousine My sixteens make kids sick like histamines They say the boy spitting fire - I'm just spitting gasoline Because i ain't blown yet Til the guillotine wants my head, i ain't gon' sweat - And when the police come i am a silhouette Quarantine my rhymes, they so ill they put dogs to the vet We far from good, Momma still payin' rent We still gotta struggle in the hood, no vents On the rap game i still gotta make my indent And know i ain't about malicious intent I ain't gonna commit crimes, for dimes that's sh** I'd rather rap circles - Global homies - get lit Doin shows to make my dough To get my family rich Morally, financially, its time we made a switch - It's the shift - 2047 I'm sure as I'm stood here The hood Shakespeare Delusions of grandeur Got me feenin like a millionaire - Holding ten bucks Drinkin' malt beer - Look how far your boy came in just a year... It's crazy. man... Peace Out