Smoke

(专辑： Rise & Fall Of Slaughterhouse - 2022)

[KXNG Crooked:]
You know, Roc-A-Fella to me was, I— I believed in that
I believed in the La Familia, I believed we was family
I believed that wholeheartedly, at that time, like
For Roc-a-fella, I was gon' do twenty, thirty, forty years (Man, that's crazy)
With no prob, I believed that
Once again, it's H.A.R.D., nigga
Me and Joell be like hard liquor
All shots no bartender
I'm pulling up in New York, I got the Cali plates on the car fender
Huzzah, watch worth of cigars, nigga

[Joell Ortiz:]
Blowing smoke in the air gun loaded, you get the large picture
If I draw it, you'll be a chalk figure
Big toe with the small sticker
Hanging like the 500 kilogram with the cross, it's the
Two hardest, you soft niggas, lacrosse niggas
If I'm running 'round with the stick, it's to off niggas
Fresh pair white on my feet without the off, nigga
Just a check like I'm finished up at a boss dinner
I don't do all the industry functions
I'm no good at trying to smile in faces I be feeling like punching
Fake hugging after wild alcoholic consumption
Only time I ever watch the awards if I'm holding one in the air
Then I'll drop the award off in my telly, hit the studio
And drop an award-winning verse, then get it mixed
And drop it before the night's done, go get some sleep
Then drop off my dog at the groomer in New Orleans
Push the drop through a ward
Block sun with Tom Ford, shotgun Melyssa Ford type bitch
Rap shit, your wife gotta be bored
She only see them boardwalks on Monopoly boards
I get bored and walk the beach on my property, dawg
Park places for new boats, yeah, I dock on the shore
You telling me he used to be signed to the Dr., you sure?
After that math I just did, he still gots to be on
I am on, on a mission, more spitting, morticians
You try to fuck with my scratch, the morgue's itching

[KXNG Crooked:]
I scratched the serial numbers like Theodore Wizard
D'Adore's exquisite be with my mi amore in a Singapore visit
See, before it was four, but now we seeing more digits
We at war with snitches, we at war with prehistoric lizards
Tongues fork, they devils, I comes forth with rebels
You dumb dork, it's levels, I'm some sort of a don leader (Yeah)
Getting loot is in the plans, I'm a calm libra (Yeah)
Still shoot you and your man's, I'll beat a
Road manager moving with them bands, I'm a palm reader
I got my future in my hands (My nigga, I'm different)
I came up on them back streets
Where a dealer just fucked a crack fiend right in the backseat
That's Maxine, crazy ass cheeks, no bad teeth
Yeah, she aight (She just started smoking crack last week)
You be aight, I show you my hood live in 3D
Niggas still selling CDs and DVDs by the dd's
Better eat your Wheaties, niggas running away from PDs
EBT and that PPP got my niggas greedy
Across the street, we see Crooked, he's on the main strip
Hanging with gangsters who hit bank licks dressed in gang drip
Type of gangsters rappers can't bang with
'Less you getting extorted by 'em
Get your royalty check and just stay dangerous, I'm outside with it
Even our queens moving G-units, do it just like the south side did it
Don't lie to kick it, if you scared to ride dirty with the .30
Just give it to me, I'll slide with it
It's smoke