Matt Ford - Smoking Portrait lyrics

[Verse 1] What if there's no ending to this struggle And I die in a rumble With my dying words “I love you world” The city's like the underworld Goblins and goons I gotta get it Hustle to the moon Cops be like Catch a n***a by the toe You hang him by the neck And if he moves an inch You put a bullet in his flesh And I confess I'm feeling stressed And filled with hate Feel like Malcom with this K I'll blow these f**in thoughts away Blinded by guerilla sh** Drinking now, feelin it Can I live this Reasonable Doubt Like this is '96 I don't have no oxygen Feel like I can't breathe I don't have a job and sh** But I gotta eat [Chorus] Please don't tell my momma I been slinging on the side Blew my re-up bread on liquor Cause it complements my high (?) my design and rollin' dutches that I buy And they wonder why I smoke They don't even know It's betterin' my soul [Verse 2] My mind is super clouded I don't even care though In my hood sh** ain't all good But I'm a pharaoh My n***a sellin h**n Said there is no hope inside this dope But he's a veteran The devil knock, don't let him in On 76 doing like 120 They hittin my jack Saying exactly what they want from me I been hungry Occupation been money I want the (?) too You can hate the world But you can't stop that sh** from makin you I swear my ground is ancient sh** I hustle like its native I'd die for my beliefs But Im not dyin for no paper n***as dyin for that paper sh** I wish they found creation Watch the liquor hit the pavement Get it high you live no blaming god Karma has some pretty eyes No need to say I told you Chasin all the wrong sh** Them evils will expose you What, you OG ain't told you? You can be anything you want to [Chorus] Please don't tell my momma I been slinging on the side Blew my re-up bread on liquor Cause its bettering my high (?) my design and roll the dutches that I buy And they wonder why I smoke They wonder why I'm smoking They wonder why I'm smoking It's betterin' my soul