Art Morera - Smart Cold Turkey lyrics

[Intro] Uh, I like this (Me too) Where we at? Nixon on the track, Art Morera [Verse 1: Art Morera] I recorded my flows on my friend's microphone for a long time I needed some money so I pawned mine Paid three hundred dollars retail Won't get into details on how much I got for it But long story short, when he asked for his mic back Just like that, I could not record It'll make you wonder where your life's at Couldn't hide the fact I didn't use it a lot before When the same day your father's door slam shut behind you When you and your old man don't talk no more I swear it's tough to write to, tough to write to If you're like me, you know what that means You got bad luck to grind through My goal is to put a good show If you don't get your hands up, alright cool We all got demons, you know what mine saying "Leave the rap stuff in high school" But we all got angels too, you heard what she's saying to you? Saying to you [Hook: Art Morera] You gotta be smart about it You gotta be smart about it [Verse 2: Art Morera] My birth in the Earth was under this turf Let's shove him in dirt My roots said I'll die if none of them work "He needs the light and water for hunger and thirst" My number one concern's that I dug upward Even with my doubts in a drought I'ma sprout out The world was holding me down You fell through a crack, I found my way (woo!) Show my face in this town Figure let me smile for a while Right by this gal with her frown and a little gray cloud With her pain and the rain, I damn near drowned Wasn't planted in a meadow it was concrete and metal Right by the Palmetto, pero I know that it's for something when I'm held by my stem'll Let her know that she's loved while plucking my pedals Hello [Hook: Art Morera] You gotta be smart about it You gotta be smart about it [Beat switches] [Hook 2: Art Morera] My team hungry, these hoes thirsty I get O's dirt cheap, someone lied and said I quit cold turkey (Y'all had a good time? Let's get back to it Uh, I'm from Miami) [Verse 3: Art Morera] I'm on the air talking 'bout putting something in the air Like, ah yeah I saw what you did there Been there, done that If it's good they come back And this like a tavern where the OG's gather I be on my own tip, got my own steeze rather So don't talk no sh** or get your dope dreams shattered on the concrete Got the code of the streets mastered Cursing in the wind, homie Breeze knows the status and that's familia No time for affiliates if I'm not feeling ya and your chitter chatter When my pocket getting fatter, sat and got my skin tatted I don't write but if I did you would see my pen stabbin' through the sheet of paper I think I need a stapler My friend owed me five bucks and blew a G in Vegas My ex told me I s** and now she thinks I'm famous They say "What's up" but I don't know what these people's name is Nixon provide the beat I just write to it lively When I die put poison Ivy inside of an IV and try to revive me That's the only thing half as dope as the raps I wrote And would act as an antidote to all my anecdotes [Hook 2: Art Morera] My team hungry, these hoes thirsty I get O's dirt cheap, someone lied and said I quit cold turkey My team hungry, these hoes thirsty I get O's dirt cheap, someone lied and said I quit cold turkey Cold Turkey Cold Turkey My team hungry, these hoes thirsty I get O's dirt cheap, someone lied and said I quit cold turkey