Smoking Section

I was talkin' to a guy that I respect dearly the other day

And he told me not to get so distracted fighting the alligators

That I forget to clean the swamp

And it took me a second to think about what he was really sayin'

But he was sayin', don't let my problems distract me so much

Dealin' with them, I forget my mission"

Hey, baby brother, how ya doin'?

The streets still holdin'

The last time I seen ya, you ain't seem so focused

Can't believe I ain't noticed, I can't believe I missed it

Life been crazy, man, fast life livin'

While Struggle's sittin' in prison, I'm sittin' and trippin'

And I'm sittin' here wishin' that you were sittin' here with me

But you're not, I'm all alone, tryin' to write this song

Sippin' on some bourbon and blowin' a little strong

This is therapeutic music, so I'm takin' my time

Figured while I had a second, I would drop you a line

Me and Will are doin' well, man, don't worry 'bout us

I bet yo' ass up there chillin', probably rollin' it up

I hope that Heaven has a smoking section

I hope that Heaven has a smoking section

When it's said and done, and we're all gone

I hope they got a place that we can blow

I hope that Heaven has a smoking section

Hey, Momma V, it's been a minute since I mentioned your name

And every hardship is a blessing, and this is the same

It's been sixteen years, that doesn't lessen the pain

'Cause your death was a first-hand lesson on age

I'm just ridin' through my own neighborhood, reminiscin'

The life that I was livin', man, I was trippin'

I grew up around sinners that was tryin' to win

People livin' to die, but they was dyin' to live

Think about you every now and then, I ride by the crib

Call it the crib, but my mother hasn't lived there in years

Meanwhile, my cousin came home from from doin' a bid

Gave the man a iPhone, and he ain't know what it is

I hope that Heaven has a smoking section

I hope that Heaven has a smoking section

When it's said and done, and we're all gone

I hope they got a place that we can blow

I hope that Heaven has a smoking section

We ain't spoke in a while, I'm sorry, the change did it

That, and the fact you got strung out on them painkillers

The money and fame did it, you tried, and you can't quit it

To think it's a shame that your name's in the same sentence

As a junkie, a flunky, your back is the monkey

You used to have it all, the hoes and the money

Had a dream that you killed yourself

Woke up reachin' for my phone, like you needed my help

But I'm so focused on myself and my daughter doin' well

You're a grown man, I have to hope you're goin' through a spell

But I'm prayin' for you, and I know that you feelin' the pain

But you're an addict, you won't change until you ready to change

And I hope you think about your family, and get it right

And just know that I'ma pray for you before I sleep tonight

And me and money talk, I'd like to share this thought

While you fightin' alligators, don't forget to clean the swamp

I hope that Heaven has a smoking section

I hope that Heaven has a smoking section

When it's said and done, and we're all gone

I hope they got a place that we can blow

I hope that Heaven has a smoking section