Lungz

Puttin smoke in my lung everyday

Still puttin smoke in my lung everyday

Puttin smoke in my lung everyday

I can't imagine any other way

This is expertly decorated (uh)

I got shooters using English as a second language (que lo que)

Every Reference is ever changing & For the record there might be some blood on the money that you been gettin payed with (take that)

Some My bitches look like Kira noir (they do)

All my OGs have a feeling I was here before (uh huh)

Made a living off making arenas cheer and roar

Got a key and now my entire team got feet in the door

I might Fuck & send her home I ain't feeding a whore

I've said this all for years but y'all jus didn't believe me before (nah ah)

Start a rumble in the jungle like Don king

Developed reputations drunk and saying the wrong thing (my fault)

Catch me chilling with your bitch out in Palm Springs

Might as well have a weapon in my hand when I palm the ink (doot doot doot)

Nowadays I could write the shit and not hardly think (it's easy)

Just observe yo I Smoke blunts & saw the shrink

I rock Phat farms jackets and pocket cash

Clear my cache after buying shit off the dark cloud

Sparking loud packs Earn the cash and count stacks (uh huh)

Y'all can't get in at the front but jus go around back

And I'm still puttin smoke in my lung everyday

Puttin smoke in my lung everyday

Still puttin smoke in my lung everyday

I can't imagine any other way

Might Pull an ice pick thinking that the dice tricked (Headcrack)

Got Fine bitches telling me to hit the light switch (I gotchu baby)

Half the payment aggravated in these baggy jeans (uh)

I wouldn't wife her up cuz everybody's had a piece (I wouldn't do it)

Designer drugs won't even let my son imagine these

But best believe he won't get in no trouble for a bag of trees (go smoke up)

The youngest OG in my city dawg (uh huh)

No monkey buisness you lil homies like Diddy Kong (you lil homies)

Steak and Lobster yall be at Benihanas to get a job

Wonder if y'all even have got the credit to rent a car (I would doubt it)

You ain't touch a rap dollar in 6th monthes

Your talent went to waste but least you keepin the blick tucked (grrr)

Your mixtape flopped must've got caught up in the mix up

While I be on the roof lighting splieffs and getting my dick sucked (cough cough)

Best believe we leading different lives (we not the same)

Don't make a toast for me if you can't look me in the eyes

Deleting nude photographs off my phone tryna minimize storage

And before this I had everything visualized

I'm just talking my shit bro (uh)

Just woke up on the homie couch

Hold me down with some piff tho (haha)