Holy Smoke lyrics

[Verse 1]
Big 23, you know the f*ck going on, gang
Lil Bible Burner? Man, that name is a joke
Tryna spark flames but your career went up in smoke
Talkin’ like you deep, but your bars stay shallow
Couldn’t make a hit with a baseball bat, though

Tryna play God, but you ain’t divine
Your whole catalog should’ve stayed offline
Preachin’ that heat, but your streams too cold
Even SoundCloud bots wouldn’t play your old flows

[Hook]
Oh, you burn books? But you can’t burn tracks
Every time you drop, man, the crowd just laughs
No pen game, no wordplay, no class
Even Google don’t search when they type your ass

[Verse 2]
Boy, you softer than a Bible page
Actin’ like a rebel but you minimum wage
Talk tough, but your mic sound cheap
Only time you go hard’s when you press delete

Tryna flex views? Man, check those stats
Your whole fanbase in a WhatsApp chat
No label, no deals, no plaques, no gold
Just a dude with a gimmick and a mic too old
[Bridge]
They call you Lil Bible Burner? That’s tragic
‘Cause even in Hell, you ain’t droppin’ classics
You seekin’ clout, but it’s lookin’ grim
Even church choirs spit better hymns

[Outro]
This a funeral, bring the choir and hearse
Lil Bible Burner? Put his name in the dirt
No resurrection, no second verse
Career six feet—closed casket, first