Lyrics WTF?! - SmooveDonn

All my life I wanted the people to rock with me
Started with a pen and a pad and I got busy
In the session chef like Harden and drop fifty
Drop a diss and take care of the boy but I'm not Drizzy
Smoovest in the DMV welcome to my city
I'm preachin' money, power, respect 'til the LOX hit me
I'm bleedin' hundreds out of my flesh 'til the doc stitch me
Leaking all over, I told the custodian mop quickly
And I ain't ducking none of you goofies I want all kind of smoke
Gave it to you raw just like the condom broke
Told myself to not listen to niggas opinions a long time ago
Cause y'all stay clockin' me far as timin' goes
I could drop a country song and still juggle these college hoes
Island gyal wanna dirty wine I switch to rasta flow
Smoove is too logical
I do the impossible
Treat my music like you in a petting zoo and watch the goat
Had you niggas dropping slow
Punchlines boxer flow
I just blew a bag on shades just to say I got the hoe
Said she wanna top me I'm like who am I to stop the hoe
Been the sickest out I just forgot to let the doctors know
They asking for a doctors note, excuse me I've been diagnosed
Voices in my head help me write you'll never find a ghost
Bitch I'm finna blow on some Osama shit and bomb the coast
Wait I think I hear them boys coming, knew my time was close

Your time is close, I think its best you skate and let Ace operate
Im a doctor of many sorts, I get strange with the Wanda his death is option A
Option B now thats just seeing the vision
Option D is if I, stay on track and load the clip he'll run long distance
Niggas act surprised when Ace return
Well bitch I wrote down every last one of my confessions and watched them burn
Then I sat down and watched the tables turn
Did like David Stern commisioning this league of rap
I made a gap between me and my competition
Niggas knowing I'm vicious
Whodini in this bitch I'm raps leading magician
My niggas bad boys it's like we play for the pistons
Or the warriors five stars and we all switchable positions
Twin can take the lead, twin take the point
Man if I dish it, is you gon' shoot and show them niggas you the truth
If shit pop off are you on frontlines or hide in the coupe
Man call it drumline, shit pop off I'm letting the cannon loose
Now I'm wylin' out