Lyrics Smokeman - Smokey Jonez

Lemme tell you a lil story while we kickin the shit
IPod stayed on shuffle on the 76
Take my time gettin school cause bitch Im running late
Got my notebook writing verses cause I know I'm the shit
Like, I'm the Smokeman mother fucker yeh that's me
Talkin bout he wanna do a song without the cheese
Heard them lil raps you niggas tryna copy me
Nuh uhh ain't bout that lil bruh I need a finders fee
Took my time with the shit I put my grind in
Did my first show at 17 I put the time in
Like to play my shit when bitches round like where you find this
Oh lil bae this my shit
Now she rockin mic's she made the top 10
Coming straight from Sherman Park like a Spreewell dunk
Hit the booth and get to spinning like some Spreewell's huh
Big boss hog baby who I'm wanting to be
I locked myself inside that room and got to goin on beats

Now I'm the Smokeman mother fucker, yeh that's me
Talkin bout he wanna do song without the cheese
Nigga sent a beat but he ain't send it with some green
Waiting on Smokey you'll be waiting for a week
I'm the Smokeman mother fucker, yeh that's me
Big shit used to drive a Beamer it was stick shift
Hundred million dollars on my wishlist get rich
Water dripping breaded like some fish sticks

Did so much shit done put niggas on
Niggas turned they back the fuck be going on
They ain't stop not a step Im still going strong
I'll spill some ragu for that provolone
Nappy ass head feel like buckwheat
All white dookies on my feet look like buck teeth
Fly up out the booth then hit the web like some duck feet
Leave the track salami booth smelling like some lunch meat
When I spit Ludacris nigga throw a elbow
Henny got me rappin with a slur feel like Zellbone
9-1-1 that's the number to my cell phone
Hit my line when them niggas do they verses dead wrong

Now I'm the Smokeman mother fucker, yeh that's me
Talkin bout he wanna do song without the cheese
Nigga sent a beat but he ain't send it with some green
Waiting on Smokey you'll be waiting for a week
I'm the Smokeman mother fucker, yeh that's me
Big shit used to drive a Beamer it was stick shift
Hundred million dollars on my wishlist get rich
Water dripping breaded like some fish sticks