Bucky Dolla and Takeoff Music Group - Cigar Smoke (feat. Big Benz & SK The K.I.D)

I had to make a way up out that dark place
Now I'm just here to collect
Just like it's Park Place
Blockchain trying to become the digital Scarface
Lethal weapon they had to conceal me in a guitar case
33 and 3 kids feel like my prime here
Age ain't shit but a number, I got my mind clear
Give or take, life is a battle but I won't ever break
Gotta take a shot, good don't come to those who hesitate
Never late, never early, this is perfect timing
Mom and pops brought the pressure, made a couple diamonds
You keep the contracts to yourself cause I ain't never signing
Independent since the womb, go ahead and check the lining
This is God level alignment, tend to pay it up front
But my credit good for consignment, told me go be a legend
I understood my assignment, took the trap to the stocks
Now I'm thinking early retirement,
I'm here
But let's get one thing clear
Even the sun ain't shining
a nigga still out grindin
It took a lot to get here, I put it all in your ear
Don't give a fuck who you fear
My niggas still out thuggin, tryna turn nothing to something
Just wanna be top tier, it took a lot to get here
Laid the foundation and they all know
That the sacrificial lambs turn to all goats
Follow the blueprint so they all owe
And I'll take my Mrs. Thicker than cigar smoke
Health is wealth, beet juice got a cherry blend
This circles members only, you was never in
Repetition with intent, getting intense
And then we all bubble, we don't lack direction in this small huddle
So tell em cut the low on my EQ
And boost the high so this fly fatness seep through
And I'ma kick it like a two year old tantrum, shine like a lantern
More important how you stand is who you stand with
So tell em find a better way to get a buzz
Objective keep it real, no matter how real it was
Next level thinking achievement is out your grasp
Can't bear good fruit cause you got snakes in your grass
You're so jaded, you hatred
And you want prosper, false flagging
You soft, but that's your problem
And Ion trip on bad days cause we all got em
Give me my reward here in all dollas
How I'm feeling, ain't no telling
This ratchet yelling, your melon swelling
You bugging, this 40 like repellent
Heard you telling, telling
I'm surveilling your every move
Have a shell sit in your back
Show you the real secret of the ooze
Life squeezing every pressure point
I still bleed on every song, I gotta stress the point
No hesitation, can't live when you holding your breath
Had my sons and since then I've been close to the death
No longer living for me
I play the game for what it's worth
Exposing the reps
Snatch your soul from your sternum
Exposing your chest
I hustle hard, hope for the best
Niggas hoping for rest
Nodding off, cozy in debt
Fortitude in my blood, the currency crypto
Give me whatever, cause you know that I'm skitzo
shit, handle the stage well
Everything age well, laying on your back
How you gon' stand the rain well
looking for your faith
I put your chin to the sky
Punching like Johnny Cage
I see you reaching
Like Mardi Gras season, you shining
But what that mean when your armor all leaking
You hear the king speaking
It took a lot to get here
But let's get one thing clear
Even the sun ain't shining
a nigga still out grinding
It took a lot to get here
I put it all in your ear
Don't give a fuck who you fear
My nigga still out thuggin
Trying to turn nothing to something
Just wanna be top tier
It took a lot to get here

Written by:
Brandon Martin, Quincy Ellis, Sean Beale

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