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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoke DZA
Smoke DZA
Performer
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Performer
Brandon Newsome
Brandon Newsome
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
S. Pompey
S. Pompey
Songwriter
P. Phillips
P. Phillips
Songwriter
J Scott
J Scott
Songwriter
D. Hunn
D. Hunn
Songwriter
Z. Wilder
Z. Wilder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Producer
Dan "The Man" Humiston
Dan "The Man" Humiston
Mixing Engineer
John Spark Moriau
John Spark Moriau
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, DZA
Right, right
Light one
Then after that, light another one
[Verse 2]
Know it's nice out when the bikes out
Eighty-dollar bets and up so bring the dice out
Feds snatched Black, he be right out
Jerk salmon and mac-and-cheese from Lighthouse
You **** do what you told, I do me 'cause I'm bold
I maneuver in Ubers, keep the Lincoln on hold
OG by the O
Shit, my mans and them grow
On the low he blend in, think he regular Joe
He the plug
Pump so much bass I need another sub
Ask too many questions, he might be the fuzz
No love, tryna play me
Hold grudge like a newborn baby
Beloved
I'ma be here, ****, so hate it or love it
I'm always pullin' puppet strings
Hide behind the web, that's a sucker thing
Reality strikes and it was just a dream
Dusk to dusk
[Verse 3]
Streetlights, strawberry skies
Dirt on my hands, sun in my eyes
I wake up from a daydream singin' lullabies
Am I a black sheep or the star on a moonless night?
Cast me out or wish upon me
I just pray the sun will make it right in the morning
[Verse 4]
This sound like champagne and Henny, last train to Paris
Every day's a day off, workin' wheels like I'm Ferris
Bueller, cooler than a fan in a church-house, I
Couldn't sweat they bullshit, they pressin' up, smokin'
Even if I worked out
So now it's steak and shrimp on my meal plan
And I'm talkin' foreign cars, jewels, a **** wheels slam
On unexpected haters
It's about that cheese you got when they grade you
'Cause **** get shredded every day tryna make it to the majors
I'm just on my own two
Multi till my bones blue
I'm worldwide with this movement
Like where your flight done flown you?
Passport stamped up
Dutch got me amped up
'Cause it feels as a sure shot like Kevin Durant with a camera
And that's word to Toast
Got a key to my city, in the weekend I think I'ma buy a float
And parade up and down that river, though the thing I do the most
But that's just how shit go
Everybody ain't gon' love you for your trinkets and your trick hoes
'Cause it's dusk to dusk
[Verse 5]
Streetlights, strawberry skies
Dirt on my hands, sun in my eyes
I wake up from a daydream singin' lullabies
Am I a black sheep or the star on a moonless night?
Cast me out or wish upon me
I just pray the sun will make it right in the morning
[Verse 6]
I'm like God can't be serious
Only time I'm gettin' on pussy she on her period, oh
Keep it real, you wanna be like me
Shoppin' spree for my dad, might get a bulldog, a Lab'
Four whips in the driveway, let's see what I'ma have
I want the chicken sausage with the grits, please
In the tent breeze
D-O-M-I-N-C, that's me
Buy her ass some sandals and she suck dick for free
It's a shame how girls do anything for a look
It's a shame how rappers do anything for the glow
Talkin' 'bout places we lived a long time ago
But it's in me for life and if you feel my light
You get to send me on sight but you broke
So I just continue my dreams until shopping's the Beam'
And fill with fifty-six thousand people to scream
They got my blood boilin' like I'm a fiend
She got that tight as a keyhole and I'm always erect
The west side of LA, man, they party the best
So from Christmas to Christmas Eve I'm lightin' up all my trees
Killin' all my songs, got money in all my jeans
Girls on all my screens, relationships over flings
Barbecue wings, ballin' within my means
And everybody down to sacrifice for the team
Peace, happiness, a little red and green and that's it
[Verse 7]
Streetlights, strawberry skies
Dirt on my hands, sun in my eyes
I wake up from a daydream singin' lullabies
Am I a black sheep or the star on a moonless night?
Cast me out or wish upon me
I just pray the sun will make it right in the morning
Written by: D. Hunn, J Scott, P. Phillips, S. Pompey, Z. Wilder
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