Текст песни smoke - Pats feat. Josh Maitre & Jfinch

I used to smoke Bammer now we Smoking real classy
Live rosin on the glass sheet, turpentines sweeter than taffy
Remember keeping a stash up in the pantry at my aunties
Where my Uncle Al hid the 40 cal and that bottle of 40 creek
And some Armagnac Brandi
Never owned a Cadillac, was cruising in my Camry, never had a plan b
Thought music was the plan G, elevated up with the mountains
Way higher than the Andy's
Up the anti, get the smoke like Bambi
Tom Clancy, beaches sandy, salt water, weed candy
So savvy, all my baddies drop they panties, take an addy
While you take an L
I find the safe hold
Get the 8th rolled
And the pesos and the chips
Like I'm on payroll
Get the Queso, with the weight sold, in a zip
People are hateful, I've been grateful got my plate full, say less
I ain't wearing no halo
You either stay broke, on a bank loan, or pay less
Or on the pay phone at pay less
Remember to love yours like j cole
Dreaming bout no stress, all in what you aim for
Like most of em be aiming right at your necks
Different angles, making more money onto my cheques
Smoke leaving my Chest
Flavour good like the chefs, big poppa in the whip
It's rolled proper when ya lit, huh

More power in my veins what I bleed
More time cap gains what I need
More technical I feel like Rasheed yeah
More people round me following my lead
More power in my veins what I bleed
More time cap gains what I need
More technical I feel like Rasheed yeah
More people round me following my lead

My last name is true so quit distorting it
A master of my craft still a lot y'all subordinate
Move numbers from one country to another straight importing it
Flashing lights look like Christmas trees decked with ornaments
My penmanship is taking over for me when I let it
Get that Indy shine
Take the game over like Pettit
Back in '59
We don't play fair we outlaws
That's Word to dizzy wright
My busy nights I Spent up all my blessings on some city heights
Working a 9-5 is no reason to be alive
The threads white purple and blue like I'm rocking Miami vice
Went from a total slacker to now I'm giving out advice
Business-wise
I see platinum plaques I call these business eyes
Fake ass fans
Trying to tell us they vibe with us
Make these fake ass plans
Telling us that they'll ride with us
Always shake my hand
Next time I will not shake it back

More power in my veins what I bleed
More time cap gains what I need
More technical I feel like Rasheed yeah
More people round me following my lead
More power in my veins what I bleed
More time cap gains what I need
More technical I feel like Rasheed yeah
More people round me following my lead

See, you don't know me from a hill of beans
But when I step up to the mic, I blow it to smithereens
Rip ya spleen in two like bullets from a Marine
My raps are instrumental like a tambourine
My life is not a dream yo, I live it every day
Guaranteed to make waves when I'm chillin' in the Bay
Everybody say I'm the next to do it
At least that's what they say under the influence
You gotta watch for these fakers man
Half ya fam snakes, they don't give a damn
You hold your hand out and and they cut that bitch off
You want the whole cake? Boy, you best get lost
I'm burnin' opposition, no competition can phase me
Relaxed in the back with my girl, gettin' wavy
Unless you fire shots then I'm turnin' Slim Shady
Me against you? Psh, it's all gravy
Shootin' shots like I'm bout to cop a Mercedes
My Piston's runnin' hot, they confuse me with Dwayne Casey
I'm runnin' laps around these rappers man, they plain lazy
Brain hazy, like I said no competition can phase me