Текст песни BIG SHMOKE - Wallace

Look
Big smoke treason
Wipe your nose bleeding
Made some profit of the rap
Shit I spread it even

Keep the drugs inside the pack
Man we all need em'

Guess I slip right through the cracks
This the sequel to the evil bastard
Major backing every single major
Cracker rapper really slinging mathematics

Simply got no competition
Bitches always bitchin
I was raised up in the kitchen
Fuck a label got it by my own self intuition

Motherfuckers wishing for a feature
I'm taxing cause my vowels everlasting
Fuck you if you banging on my old shit
My new shit we focused, I'm pouring

Damn
Keep going

Look
Tired feeling problems steady catching up to me
Poster child, I'm exactly what I want to be
Stacking bread shit I'm pushing work habitually
Shit she snapped a pic I gotta' charge a poster fee

I could name a dozen other rappers ahead of me
But instead I stay humble asking the most of me
Pop a Z I forget all the shit you said to me

Nevermind how could I forget about you and me
Smoking trees popping pills drink it down with ease
That's the slogan I think addicts need to find some peace