Father Son Holy Smoke

Good riddance

Shawty she be comin' off the top

Like some good writtens, yeah

Pulpittin'

Every time I speak, where the deacons?

Need a good witness, yeah

Dreams really, hood vivid

Daddy want a Chevy with the wood in it

Momma, we can pull up in the woods with it

Woah, woah, woah

Midnight moon make your whole soul glow

Je m'appelle Smino papi, yeah

Me no wanna hurt nobody, yeah

Me just want my people thrivin', yeah

Kill the cops and starve the culture vultures

I'm learnin' to teach my kids about agriculture

F.D.A approvin' murder burgers

The bullets ain't the only thing that hurt us

We're really all supposed to serve a purpose

Smoke in the mirror I can't see

I've just been lookin' for saline

Solutions and ways, these ways, these days

Lay your head down on me, baby

Coconut oil on my gray tee

But it's cool, you know, 'cause it's you

Where I'm from, bro, all we know

We get bread, pull up, ****, show me

Runnin' up the check like some fucking roshes

Ain't about the check, ****, don't approach me

You know this ain't nothing new

The cops all Casper, slide on fool

Clap, clap then cha-cha real smooth

Get their PR on the news

Let me stop

Hop in the booth and eject the top

Thot in the booth, boy, I'm bound to pop

Ratchet and righteous, we all we got

Shout out my momma, she never judge me

Even told me I'm cute when I know I'm ugly

Shout the ones who I know only God control me

Smoking nowadays, I always need three to hold me

The Father, the Son

The Holy Smoke to cool my mind

I found me a bomb

That Nova Scotia blew my mind

The Father, the Son

The Holy Smoke to cool my mind

I found me a bomb

That Nova Scotia blew my mind

The Father, the Son

The Holy Smoke to cool my mind

I found me a bomb

That Nova Scotia blew my mind

The Father, the Son

The Holy Smoke to cool my mind

I found me a bomb

That Nova Scotia blew my mind

Came from the concrete, breakin' the concrete

Still on the conquest, feeling incomplete

The Father, the Son wimme, I can conquer all things

That smoke be so holy

I grew up Northside city, you know

You really gotta show me for a **** to know

I been 'round the Chi, LA, NY to the Bay

But Lou' still feel like home

Jackie Chan when I land every time

They be sayin' every line, goddamn

They demand a reprise, goddamn

Let me hear you one time, say yeah

Grandmama preachin' 'bout Ephesians

Till it beat into our DNA

Cuzzo addicted to the liq'

Visually it had me thinkin' differently

Everybody different, 'cause it ain't like he ain't listen

It's just the cards he was dealt out the deck

Remy on deck, we lit like a kitchen

Free Shorty Blood, Free Unc forever, got life

I been bearin' with that since a cub

Got all this pack on me lodged in my luggage

Smino stone, miss Angie, my big cousin

Stones on the bottom teeth, I put the slugs in

That's just religion

Shit we've been dreaming since children

Been steady appearin', gearin' up

Glass smeared up, roads clearin' up

Smoke in the mirror I can't see

I've just been looking for saline

Solutions and ways, these ways, these days

Lay your head down on me, baby

Coconut oil on my gray tee

But it's cool, you know, 'cause it's you

The Father, the Son

The Holy Smoke to cool my mind

I found me a bomb

That Nova Scotia blew my mind

The Father, the Son

The Holy Smoke to cool my mind

I found me a bomb

That Nova Scotia blew my mind

The Father, the Son

The Holy Smoke to cool my mind

I found me a bomb

That Nova Scotia blew my mind

The Father, the Son

The Holy Smoke to cool my mind

I found me a bomb

That Nova Scotia blew my mind

Smoke, smoke, smoke

Smoke, smoke, smoke

Smoke, smoke, smoke

Smoke, smoke, smoke