St. Laviathan - SMOKE REMIX lyrics

Smoke (Back To The Profit) Intro: (St. Laviathan) Let me take my sh*t off for this one Saint ni**a.. Haha.. Yeah Verse One: (St. Laviathan) I been pissed sh*tted on dissed and forgotten They all waved good riddance, back to the profit Moments I was lost, heavy weed pill poppin' My road dawgs noticin' how distant I gotten Overcame the odds woulda never made it God-less Overcome with scars still intact like a spartan Had to cut some loose, the others fit compartments Live my own truth, ni**a motherfu*k what ya'll think Quest for redemption Brain well beyond ni**as gauge of perplexion I spurn your conventions Weathered many trials and it made me relentless Never was the child that would crave the attention Thoughts Wes Craven obsessive on occasion Avoid an intervention, rear view to my nation Me and self deprication, we're engaged, just Hope I die knowin' the journey wasn't in vain, woo Black man, half-amazin' Revisionist history to the narrative I'm caged in Mated with misery, then proceeded provacation Death to who doubted me, turned the agony to patience Whoa, Your purpose is vague, my verbal AK mode Disfigure, bewilder, they kept at bay like Hov I'm down for the fade they wanna buck, come come then Hair so laid, they wanna fu*k, so sudden Uh, Any problems ain't nothin' I will not roar, get mauled, no Budden Drop in the field, I'm lethal as napalm Quiet ni**as kill, keep sleepin' on Nashawn I'm my own lane, not trippin', what they on A heated mind state, as if I resent calm Watch what you say, get banged on ni**as lookin over scared like they in a seance Deezoe say you 'bout to blow for real Let them ni**as know you blow for blow for real It's a little bit colder over here Crown Saint, cause the rest just don't appeal Hate me, but his reign is over, yeah Take your artists and have em flourish here Take caution or kneel when I appear First born no middles over here And it's like that, nah you don't wanna fight back You ain't built for the combat Have it where you can't come back, this the sh*t you run back I got a round for anybody, make a body out of anybody ni**a I don't see anybody, motherfu*k everybody Chorus: (St. Laviathan) I been pissed sh*tted on, dissed and forgotten (Yeah ni**a! One time for my ni**as man) Moments I was lost heavy weed pill poppin (I told these ni**as I was not playing man) My road dogs noticing how distant I gotten (I don't even know why the fu*k you ni**as even bother doing this sh*t ni**a, get the fu*k off the Gram, you know what I'm saying? all that weak ass sh*t...) Back to the profit, uh and now I'm back to the profit (Blow for blow for real, let them ni**as know you blow for blow..) My ex said good riddance, dissed and forgotten (The fu*k you talkin' bout ni**a?) Been pissed sh*tted on dissed and forgotten (ni**as ain't even fu*kin' with me or my homeboy, you know what I'm saying? straight up) And now I'm back to the profit, back to the profit (ni**as can't... I don't even know what ni**as be wastin' they fu*king money on! You know what I'm saying? Can't fu*k with me man) Back to the profit, back to the profit (Get the fu*k out the studio ni**a, nah mean?) Dissed and forgotten, now I'm back to the profit (fu*k outta here!) North Miami, back to the profit