[Part 1 : "smokebomb"]

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

[Verse 1]
Could give a fuck '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
Shit can't just hold together via magic at home
Took off their readers to fashion and scope
Give a fuck 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 cock leave him asleep, memorating shit
Straight flight, shocking on some waiting shit
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, bitch
How you lick the bottom of a cop boot without tasting blood of a black man?
[Interlude]
What the fuck? What the fuck? What now? How?
Can you explain that shit to me? How? How can you? How?
That's not- you have to be fucking serious in this situation
You have to understand the implication of what you're fucking doing
You have to understand that you are sucking up to the state while they murder your fucking 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 shit (See shit)
My jug is barely open
I'm not hydrated enough

[Verse 2]
.44, new .44 ain't shit
Snacking up the mold bricks, ain't shit
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 fuck 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