​smokebomb // .44 freestyle lyrics

[Part 1 : "smokebomb"]

[Intro ; Ben Shapiro]
It's a form of rhythmic speaking, speaking, speaking, speaking, speaking

[Verse 1]
Could give a f*ck 'bout some cash but I never did
Whole lot of empty facades in your lid
Word in the hog, keep eyes on the kid
Name a new raffle, he's right in the hidden
Honestly, you will be right to dismiss the broken disguise and the spliff
sh*t can't just hold together via magic at home
Took off their readers to fashion and scope
Give a f*ck about a statue
Hold the granite, get impassioned and actually know
Tryin' for myths of an empirе, die for a tourist attraction, I laugh at the cope
You could bе free, instead you just chained by belief
Stay in your sleep, put your brains in the sheets
Rounds cut tops like [?], no clear skies better come over the gun's out, ayy
Metal caps, cold bodies and I ain't even bring a green block
.223 c*ck leave him asleep, memorating sh*t
Straight flight, shocking on some waiting sh*t
Yo, bring it, hit with waves, that's a casket
Money help you clothe like Batman
You can get roped into that plane
Ain't been yet and I'm already a has-been
Boy, you shoulda known back then, b*tch
How you lick the bottom of a cop boot without tasting blood of a black man?
[Interlude]
What the f*ck? What the f*ck? What now? How?
Can you explain that sh*t to me? How? How can you? How?
That's not- you have to be f*cking serious in this situation
You have to understand the implication of what you're f*cking doing
You have to understand that you are sucking up to the state while they murder your f*cking ankles
I'm recording this on the 4th of July
(You don't understand the implication)
Which I think is really poetic, but it's not on purpose
It's just convenient
But that's okay
There's poetic intention behind coincidence

[Part 2 : ".44 freestyle"]
Down to 49, can't see sh*t (See sh*t)
My jug is barely open
I'm not hydrated enough

[Verse 2]
.44, new .44 ain't sh*t
Snacking up the mold bricks, ain't sh*t
Scavenge for a shake, makeshift
Put you on the waitlist, be patient
Reason that I make this, need a playlist
Put the money where my face is, I can taste it
Recognize the flavor, can't place it
Want a feature, sign a waiver, you might get wasted
Man, I don't need a bass hit to get the crowd on it's last life
Off with the toolie scot-free, that's a bag pipe
You a whole goof, you get sonned, call you [?]
Might drown in the money, young screws with the cash light
They just saw that hooverboard
Rolling up stiff if I don't call back
Without any other drawback cause I'm a dumb kid, get the f*ck off of my ballsack
Ride with the grim
Wild, wild with the pen
Try, try get a win
Might die with a sin (Nah, nah)
[Outro]
Lord forgive 'em
Lord forgive 'em