We Want Smoke (feat. Gemini Genesis & Downtown)

Let me tell y'all somethin that you might not know All you rappers dropping tracks, will not ever blow Claiming Jersey is your home but it really don't show I be putting Jersey on like my first name Joe It's cute how you rep, claiming you the best But take it from a vet with real fans out west Rappin bout dick makes you sound like a whore Doesn't anybody make real shit anymore? All y'all little top fives but you know we come first We gon' bury you alive and that's why we dug dirt Bitch we giving y'all the smoke, take it till your lungs hurt All you think you're hitmakers but you're just a Yung Berg I describe all you rappers only using one word That's clout-chasers, our sounds greater, annihilate you Feed a clip and a slip in the mouth of a foul hater Killin y'all on a track, Ricky Bobby in Talladega It's getting to be so upsetting to me Seeing bitches getting hyped cause they sexy to see But if we speak lyrically, y'all ain't shit next to me Y'all been hot for one summer I'm going on my 15th I'm smoking the mic, no deuce, no cut Y'all shit's processed, I'm pure, uncut Only reason y'all lit is cause your clips show your tits Now your page getting hits cause your fans have dicks We the type of crew don't give a f*ck about your Instagram I don't give a f*ck about support, I got a different plan Tying rappers up, haul'em off in a minivan Like turning Exxon to a sewer, you think your shit is gas? You're weak and soft, you think you be the God? I'll bleed you raw, my ether thoughts is what I'm feeding y'all I do it for the people that I lost, they sent me Gemini shoot hollows, you spitters just spray envy I told y'all before, Ima tell y'all again 2019 was the last year to make friends I did this on my own and I don't own y'all shit So don't hit me up this year for a verse or a hit bitch RKTHHS, we already told y'all, we the mothafuckin best If you're gonna spit back, better do it with your chest We the king and the queen when it come to playing chess Yo you wanna bring the smoke? How high? Red and Meth RKTHHS, we already told y'all, we the mothafuckin best If you're gonna spit back, better do it with your chest We the king and the queen when it come to playing chess Yo you wanna bring the smoke? How high? Red and Meth RKTHHS, we already told y'all, we the mothafuckin best bitch I got my own homie posting ever other rapper While I put in more work then they showed up after I'm sending this to Q, I f*ck with Dre Miller and you know Ali But you knew me way before you made the choice to be a rapper And speaking of these rappers, giving them AK's for not hopping on a track verse Motherfuck a Turkish-Royale, put him in the dirt and soil You can't have a show at Stanhope without the fucking man hoe I let y'all slide by for way too long You call yourself Feminem but put out the same songs Creativity is lacking, you're better off acting This bitch's wild don't come out till it's lights, camera, action Look they give you fake gas just to match that fake ass Well I guess a lot of people are gon' be mad at us Maybe finally they'll rap and get back at us Maybe now they'll finally get up on a track with us Nah, f*ck that, I would never let'em rap with us I tell'em now if they respond, their careers gon' be done If they want it they can have it, shoot'em down one by one I got blood on my hands, no regretting what I've done Jersey blood in our veins, never hiding where we from RKTHHS, we already told y'all, we the mothafuckin best If you're gonna spit back, better do it with your chest We the king and the queen when it come to playing chess Yo you wanna bring the smoke? How high? Red and Meth RKTHHS, we already told y'all, we the mothafuckin best If you're gonna spit back, better do it with your chest We the king and the queen when it come to playing chess Yo you wanna bring the smoke? How high? Red and Meth RKTHHS, we already told y'all, we the mothafuckin best bitch