Lost In The Smoke, Pt. 2

Lost in the smoke when im posted Down to a roach didnt notice Behind the wheel tryna focus And rolled another so perfect Used my knee swangin coastin She texted my phone Ima poke it Im on the way.... what she hoppin Gotta make some stops but in motion The city lights on my ocean Opps i meant on my paint Pull out the slabs for the summer We got more lines then ya drank I use to pop my doors open My trunk was lit like a tank So many flakes for these guppies That bit my style til they sank I lift my trunk up at cirque And let down way at hanks I45 and 35 I know more Freeway than Banks My bad i meant to say Beansss State property on my screens Im sideways off that lean On my way to Killeen Fat B road in my Lac And EJ road my the maro And Bud road in my blazer Ayce necked me by Carrols Splittin blunts down the middle Got to get more gars at Velaro Seen a crowd of lames goin right So I took a left at the arrow Lost in the smoke and the field Lost in the beats just to hear Another diamond for ya ear U pick a jewell when your near Lite up a blunt of that kill Only the truth gone appear These the lyrics u can feel Wrote in brail made of steele Lyrical hooks on a reel Over ya head like a bucket hat With fish lure rabbit foot Bait for good luck with that U wheeling in sucess They still ya style tryna f*ck with that Put my Foot up on they neck Snappin pics while im clutchin gats Dissect em or throw em back We eating yal knowing that But only top shelf Big kush breathing while blowin packs When i did it for the love Notice the love wasnt showing back Now its middle fingas up Ironically the whole world wamma f*ck with that The Lyrical lounge show Tongue twist a Profound flow Its hard to be a king amongst the circus and clown show On shit i aint down for These stories and memes Othersides aint what it seems The type of trouble and brings They goin.. thru to be seen Not blemish or bleam In real life not a stream With my team gettin green Debonair in the field Still we Drowning in smoke Swim on beats like a boat Bite a bar you can qoute Found a wave and backstroked Lyrical mist Yal can stand amongst the bosses I'll find a table and sit Steele toes in my kicks The real backbone of the shit In suits they punk u like deebo I come with flanel and bricks Now I got wall panels with sticks I take em off then i bust it Mc with hammers... cant touch this Only difference is i dose this It aint soul that can save ya Got to find a loophole and I rush it And Land on a island with duches Lost in this beat when she sucked it