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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoke DZA
Performer
Pete Rock
Performer
Eileen Moudou
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
S. Pompey
Songwriter
P. Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Rock
Producer
Dan "The Man" Humiston
Mixing Engineer
John Spark Moriau
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Big meals at Frankie & Johnny's, I tip generous
Ain't no ceiling for DZA, my shit limitless
Out of body experience
Wait, jump back in my temple, I got a vision, is this killer (****)?
Whole lotta commas is what you dealin' with, the main event
Don't even mention them other cats to me, they came and went
Lost case, competition locked in a cross face
Grip tight, pissed like Tony when he lost on a horse race
Travel abroad safe, the Lord's great
Righteous, been blessed since diapers
For the lookers and the likers
The boy dead, Syria, ****, watch how they ISIS
The nicest, underrated, overrated, fuck the ratings
Who debate? Then screw your opinions, see what the people sayin'
God gotta watch for Satan, I'm operate, silence
Keep the peace, but **** only respect violence
[Verse 2]
Hammer play, Greg Valentine-in', I'm shinin', I earned this
O's burnin', most sermons continue steamin'
I planned this back since ridin' filthy on a Major Deegan
You gotta kill 'em and leave 'em breathin' sometime
Give 'em a tour through stress valley, make sure it's scenic and grime
Gold glasses filled, my wine spilt
How can **** stand there and downplay all that shit that I built?
Fuck it, everything is signed, sealed, I'm just reflectin'
I leave the credit for the bill collectors, DZA
[Verse 3]
It ain't no limit to this life I'm livin'
Champagne spillin', bunch of topless women
I wake up like I just got to get it
I'm limitless, never find something real as this
Ain't no limit to this life I'm livin'
Champagne spillin', bunch of topless women
I wake up like I just got to get it
I'm limitless, never find something real as this
[Verse 4]
I'm in the pole, twenty-nine thousand feet from concrete
Chief, chief like my big uncle from Long Beach
Bumpin' Commodores
Runnin' through the pack like Marshall Faulk
Like a boss, I cop ten like Masha'Allah
George Kush 'bout to twist the martial law
You don't even run your own life, what you talkin' for?
Goddamn, lil' homie up north kept shootin', hot hand
Here come the police, I'm seein' red lights, Roxanne
Big drum thumpin' like a rock band, whoa
Watch a **** paint the picture, young Vince Van Gogh
Highlight reel, highlight show
Five mic flow, gotta see further than your eyesight go
I call the iso, young, big homie, you got it right though
Last of the poets, gotta fight the good fight, bro
Kush god, I like dough, the idol
Lobster and rock really obscure, lo
Y'all know
Switch to some custom shit and change the pace
Presidential crowns with the shiny face
[Verse 5]
It ain't no limit to this life I'm livin'
Champagne spillin', bunch of topless women
I wake up like I just got to get it
I'm limitless, never find something real as this
Ain't no limit to this life I'm livin'
Champagne spillin', bunch of topless women
I wake up like I just got to get it
I'm limitless, never find something real as this
[Verse 6]
Don't smoke rock
Don't smoke rock
Written by: David Brewster, P. Phillips, S. Pompey