Pressa - Second Hand Smoke lyrics

[Intro] Uh, I play my role Uh, I play my role But once I rolled the dice, I rolled it back (Itsnell on the beat, ni**a) Yeah, uh [Chorus] I play my role But once I rolled the dice, I rolled it back, I knew I won And I don't want your girl, that b*tch a nat, want all the smoke Only time a ni**a deal with secondhand's a brick of coke Will turn a teenage boy into a man, I kid you not I seen my life evolve around a rock, fill up my Glock And I be with the Wassa, hundred shots, fu*k up the pot Seen mama hide the Pyrex from the cops, get out the way Just like we did that ni**a, and now he gone [Verse 1] Yеah I'm a star But free my ni**as, the ones that pitched thе rock out in the car The streets, they know exactly who you are, I gotta get it 'Cause if I don't go get it, they gon' get it Real ni**a to the bone, there ain't no edit We shoot sh*t like JJ Reddick Don’t play with me, uh (No) This FM5, servin' up the Hercules, uh She started fu*kin' on a demon, she a diva (A diva) My ni**a twenty-three and won, he need a breather We made a million in the trap without a phone (Phone) Shout out the plug 'cause he know we not the loan (Boom) Shout out my youngin, you see lil' bro knocked them over Ain't nobody tell me sh*t, I'm rolling over [Chorus] I play my role But once I rolled the dice, I rolled it back, I knew I won And I don't want your girl, that b*tch a nat, want all the smoke Only time a ni**a deal with secondhand's a brick of coke Will turn a teenage boy into a man, I kid you not I seen my life evolve around a rock, fill up my Glock And I be with the Wassa, hundred shots, fu*k up the pot Seen mama hide the Pyrex from the cops, get out the way Just like we did that ni**a, and now he gone [Verse 2] Pass my blunt To the same ni**a that probably hit up Sluggah, this that dope 'Member nights I was stuck at the trap, stuck at the store, before I go Please remind my opps that they a bunch of hoes Caught a L, but he got hopes of going home (Gang) Kept it a hunnid (Hunnid) While half these nights out here kept it fake, or probably a third Twenty-five percent of ni**as don't got a bird Kept it smooth, and slid on ni**as, I ain't talkin' perm (Perm) Put them youngins in the trap make them chip it, make them learn I can't relate (No) 'Cause all my ni**as kill sh*t, yellow tape, we 'bout to pray I know Muslims locked, they pray inside the cage, no MMA But my dope, it gon' lock and break a plate (Yeah) I see ni**as do anything for fame, uh [Chorus] I play my role But once I rolled the dice, I rolled it back, I knew I won And I don't want your girl, that b*tch a nat, want all the smoke Only time a ni**a deal with secondhand's a brick of coke Will turn a teenage boy into a man, I kid you not I seen my life evolve around a rock, fill up my Glock And I be with the Wassa, hundred shots, fu*k up the pot Seen mama hide the Pyrex from the cops, get out the way Just like we did that ni**a, and now he gone [Outro] Just like we did him, now he gone, want all the smoke Uh, want all the smoke Only time a ni**a deal with secondhand