Verse 1 :
Puff puff, nothing but cigarettes and matches
Nice strums!, 'Makus instruments' got me bragging
Quasi taught me Microphone Mathematics
In case I spit too much acid (ugh)
I'm stuck in a labyrinth
These rhymes help me find my through all these caskets
Skeletons, I'm scalin' tones, you monotone
Poetic sh** got me spittin' more than Lisa Zemo
You try'nna find inspiration from lettin' trees blow
I got sick flow, wishin' you cold
You trippin, you can have that title slick
This heat makin' my rhymes ceramic
Ain't gotta try if you got mechanics
Verse 2:
Ex-hale, the bullsh**
They say, let me ride this wave
Knowing with love and hate
Mind locked up through bars
And reality comes up as if they're glimpses packed with a big message
I'm one of the triplets
To lead the pack
Let the nicotine patch
Cause people be second hand smoking like mal-ware
Marlboro'd hands to write the sickest raps
So they end up with f**ed up lungs
f**ed up d**, catch my bro
With co*ked shotguns
One click he hunts with blunts
Ain't no doubles, I'm stuntin' harder than the thrashers
I'll never stop sh**tin' on these rappers
Lord, be giving strikes with his pamper
So God forgive me?
I never smoked so much before
Rolling to be blunt is so hard, Yes Lawd!
Now, I got your hands twitching from these guitar chords
(Where .Paak at?)
Transition :
Now you wanna smoke
I do
Well here you go
(uh Thank you bro) 2x
Verse 1 :
I hope you get lung cancer
The time you'll make it as a rapper
Then I'll steal your swagger
And only let you eat papaya
That fruit? Cause it battles cancer
As you struggle breaths, you battle meth
Lack of matter and d**h? Will be your battle, rapper
Melt your grammies and pop your xannies labeled granny cause the maid cleaned your sh** after
With laughter, I'm skating while protecting myself with these shells. (What the hell?)
Popo coming at my house with no warrant letter
When someone rattin, I'mma call Shredder
Saved by the Bell, Tyler
Let me borrow Slater
To acknowledge haters
They want a specific sound to support me later, (nah)
f** y'all and f** me for falling for it
His rhymes are so morbid
He probably got extorted to entertain us immortals? Nah
Your music ain't that worthy to get paid a couple of quarters. (Ha!)
Outro:
I'll write those to your journal to your burial
I'm checking tags on all y'alls brands
Y'all got serials? The youngest leader
Who's got no features?
They probably scared to compete with this creature (sh**)
f** em all!
I'mma take a breather