smoove (feat. Libanzi)

My nigga i'm smooth like butter Slicker than silk More original than any other Finer than the finest powder Cocaine rap Boom-bap Nigga ask your mother about the days of crack Snap back to reality Living life behind your little plastic screens It's silly to me how you'll never measure up to what you're meant to be Got a 5 track mentality You can call it raps I call it a fucking blasphemy That's the thing that urks me Is it art if you all just want the money trees And yes we need the shade Been scorching up my genes for days Only way I survive is 'cause the melanin Gotta bless the Elohim I am Himm Double m Underscore Pablo Lord knows who I'll be tomorrow I know I am I am who I is for now though Hi It's me again The black who makes those beats and then He flips some samples land them on the playlist Cook some heat then dip No intro needed did that in the last part Fit to the t Manifest part one Did it Get it done Is what i do for fun Ain't got a gun My kicks the strap The leads the ammo Kablamo Gotta catch myself before i wreck myself Ain't nothing to land on when you're at the bottom Bikini's and some models No sponges Self absorbed specimen Walking in mentionin' Unrealistic expectations Of indoda must But can we trust that you're a must Ain't got no crust I see some rust and Running mascara from the truth is a bitch Life ain't built for those with no thick skin Don't be enraged I'm just another tame kid T-Amo Just so you know This is my flow I'll switch it up And run it up Just turn me up Ain't never down I ain't no clown No jokes Same folks Groovin to the sound of life