[Intro: Poetik]
Smoke
Ah, smoke

[Verse 1: Poetik]
Smokin' that [masati], roll it up like [aki]
I be on point, joint tight, never sloppy
Black girls love my long hair and I love 'em back
Gettin' braided, sippin' 'gnac, now where the usos at?
Sell my own merchandise in the hood, double back CD sales with it, ah
I bought it back three years ago, sittin' in my living room
With a ounce, AR-15, a real boom
Rollin' through the hood and that baby boy had to send away
Baby seat in the back, I'm straight gutter
Now I fly around the world, now they're payin' me for shows
Now I got the baddest girls, askin' can they take me home?
Friends turnin' on me now, why you wanna hate?
Say that you run the game; bitch, you never run it straight
I'm the realest motherfucker, I could never hate
I, here's leather face

[Chorus: Poetik/W1cked]
Whoever said this rap life ain't hard, ain't scarred like me
On God, I came up from the streets, woop woop
What they sayin' about me, woop woop
What you sayin' about me?
I'm getting money now, I'm getting some hate
You haters smart enough to watch your tone
'Cause I'll break your face, woop woop
What they sayin' about me, woop woop (Yeah)
What you sayin' about me?
[Verse 2: W1cked]
Westside, where you from yellin' out the Coupe
Any sudden move, I'ma have to shoot
Why you n***as had to comes through actin' like it's bool
I don't fuck with you, big PZ choppa, let it loose
Came from, in the street active brackin' and mackin'
I fuck with my uce tough, piru love with a passion
Stash box with the shell cases from the other night
Emptied out the whole clip but forgot if I wiped my prints
Paper chasin' W1ck, bitches on my dick
We just gettin' paid, too busy gettin' rich
Focused on my moves, tunnel vision from the whip
Stack of blue faces, extendo the pistol grip
I'm like, don't be asking 'bout my where-abouts
I'm outside, murder spree bring them candles out
Choppas with the drum make a n***a think twice
Two-eighteen rydah gang, west side for life, it's the truth, love

[Interlude: Slim 400]
[?] if I did though (if I did though)

[Verse 3: Slim 400]
Fuck what they sayin' about me, Slim 4 ain't no playin' about me
Hoodie up, go kill a n***a
Fuck that, ain't no mask
And I ride by myself, n***a, no car, I'm a tree, n***a
Matter fact, I'm what it is, n***a, whole time I've been me, n***a
Ain't no rollin' up, stay down for the crown, look at me now
What you thought, I wasn't goin' give it up
Slim 4 ain't goin' man up, fuck that, I'ma buss back
Fuck that, we need a toe tag
On my word, we need a toe tag
Real Bompton n***a ain't goin' for that
Fuck who ever ain't kin to me, ain't sharing sides with no enemies Fuck snitches, I'ma come from my shoulders and do my thang (do my thang, thang)
And go hard on these n***as, they know the gang
Blim 4 ain't no joke, he know the gang
[Chorus: Poetik/W1cked]
Whoever said this rap life ain't hard, ain't scarred like me
On God, I came up from the streets, woop woop
What they sayin' about me, woop woop
What you sayin' about me?
I'm getting money now, I'm getting some hate
You haters smart enough to watch your tone
'Cause I'll break your face, woop woop
What they sayin' about me, woop woop (Yeah)
What you sayin' about me?

[Outro: Poetik]
Tellin' you brazier than Bob Barker, blood