Jay Daze - Up in Smoke

Inna Stu wit a Mac and a AR
Yeah u know that we work just to play hard
I can’t trip on a bitch if she ain’t mine
If I’m cuffing you know that she a dime
Real shit
These niggas be fighting for meal ticks
While I pop in the mall spend a mill quick
Tried to copy the flow but I’m still lit
Trying hiding yo hoe but I still hit
Whole world up in smoke
100,000 on my clothes
Spent 10 Bands on some dro
I don’t spend shit on hoes
They could come kick it tho
We just get lifted woah
Drugs is prescription tho
Leave yo shoes at the door
All they ever do is plot
Letterman like I’m a jock
Madara that’s my pops uh
Murder Niggas like the mob huh
That boy thinking he a mobster
Gotta show him that he not
Smoking dope like I’m a Rasta
Feet up eating lobster
You want the sauce it’s gone cost ya
Trynna make my way back down to my mind
Cuz the last night we had way too much and got so fucking high
Seeing things up in the sky I just can’t describe
And the sad part this the only way I know to live my life
Fucked up I knew it
Pro tools lets do it
My dreams been lucid
I, go crazy then stupid
Gun blazin' like I’m Rambo
DND I ain’t see the damn phone
She fucked up take ya friend home
Steady living life in the in the red zone
Whole world up in smoke
100,000 on my clothes
Spent 10 Bands on some dro
I don’t spend shit on hoes
They could come kick it tho
We just get lifted woah
Drugs is prescription tho
Leave yo shoes at the door
Whole world up in smoke
100,000 on my clothes
Spent 10 Bands on some dro
I don’t spend shit on hoes
They could come kick it tho
We just get lifted woah
Drugs is prescription tho
Leave yo shoes at the door

Written by:
James McCallum

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