The Smoke

Yeah, illah flesh, uh huh, let's go I just get the bag and go, grind it then I roll Inhale, exhale, blow out the smoke, I blow out the smoke I don't really care if she fine or not Cause I've been grinding for years but it still ain't had adding up Plenty fish in the sea but I can't find me none All the good ones extinct, they left the slimy ones They wish I fall but I already won If your scared run and hide or get a bomb There's no fear in my heart, don't make me do you something Don't make me do you something I just get the bag and go, grind it then I roll Inhale, exhale, blow out the smoke, I blow out the smoke Yeah, I do what I wanna do, when I wanna do Set the mic on fire, don't try, Or i'll be burning you The microphone messier, so watch who you talking to We could do it on the stages, in the trenches, it's up to you Break MCs down like some clowns, leave them uncomfortable Many men can hate, but that don't mean you untouchable They same tools, you clutch, we got a lot and we go buss em too Cause when the love's lost it's on, that's what I'm telling you That's what I'm telling you Yeah, I just get the bag and go, grind it then I roll Inhale, exhale, blow out the smoke, I blow out the smoke Yeah, I just get the bag and go, grind it then I roll Inhale, exhale, blow out the smoke, I blow up the smoke Illah flesh yall, yeah yeah Pmp, royalfleshrecords Mbizzy on the beat