SMOKE.

All I spit is fire, this a different kind of Smoke These niggas gettin' flyer, they a different kind of broke Went from a nigga gettin' hired, to a military Joe To a self-made sire with some business on the floor My mindset different from all these other niggas Was raised on a block where them killers pulled them triggers Real niggas and gorillas, real dealers and fulfillers And still made it out, man God is the realest I done seen a lot, been through a lot, you fuckin' wit' the wrong one I don't care about yo' squad or them niggas that you spawned from Bitch I came from the mob of the Jones's and the White's bro We don't let shit slide, we a throw 'em 'cause we fight bro Niggas claim that they ride, huh, do you really? But when it's beef you run and hide, huh? Is you silly? Better keep that heat by your side, it's Smoke up in my city Detroit trying to rise but the hope is still iffy Now what we gotta do, huh, to fix this shit? Our economy through, huh, no businesses Niggas ridin' wit' the tools, yeah, they Smokin' shit Everybody hitting' snooze, shit and they ain't woke up yet? I done seen a lot, been through a lot, you fuckin' wit' the wrong one I don't care about yo' squad or them niggas that you spawned from Bitch I came from the mob of the Jones's and the White's bro We don't let shit slide, we a throw 'em 'cause we fight bro Had to listen to my Pops, he had a different state of mind He said, "To change your mindset, you leave this state of mine Now go out and find a different place to shine Then when you come back Rasta, you'll be just fine" Now I'm writing rhymes, sophisticated lines Got bitches on my line, they tryna wine and dine I gotta check the time before I press decline So busy and I'm trying but success is on my mind Detroit need my focus to help clean up the locust To bring in some new coaches and bring light to the hopeless Keep ya friends close and keep ya enemies the closest The loudest be the brokest, shine a light on all the roaches Nigga I'm a Don on the grind, I read the signs Hard to find my ties, my bloodline was raising Lions Had to see my Mama sighing and crying when my brother died Karma never on ya side, can't hide, they shouldn't of lied I done seen a lot, been through a lot, you fuckin' wit' the wrong one I don't care about yo' squad or them niggas that you spawned from Bitch I came from the mob of the Jones's and the White's bro We don't let shit slide, we a throw 'em 'cause we fight bro I done seen a lot, been through a lot, you fuckin' wit' the wrong one I don't care about yo' squad or them niggas that you spawned from Bitch I came from the mob of the Jones's and the White's bro We don't let shit slide, we a throw 'em 'cause we fight bro