ChevyGangCas, Jack Kafer & Nobody Famous - Smoke Session

Crackin the seal on a Baby Jeeter pack
Price just went up like how Hollywood weed is taxed
And trust that if me and Cas
Get the beat its a casket
Or evenly matched with the fusion Gogeta dance
Hear what I'm saiyan?
I speak then act
In a world that won't speak it back
Only listen then criticize those that I'm speaking at
"But who does it benefit what are some features that"
See that's the problem right there
Still some weakness attached
To the thought of competin' for something most people lack
Bothered if not enough see and react
Apologies I get too deep when I rap
And flow like a faucet unleashed at the tap
Slowly evolving, experience maxed as
I only grow farther from peace that'll last
Polished and sharpened on beats like a Blacksmith
Offered his craftsmanship as if Jack isn't
That of all trades but especially captions
Verses are wordsmiths' personal atlas
I keep hearin' talks how they canvas and sweep
Hoping that'll mean street stays intact
But then market someone who ain't even been charged with the lease of a track
But they beez in the trap
Not like be in the trap
But an actual bee
Dying breed it's a fact
My esteem is attracted
To making sure history repeats
When I snap, on
Who believes their energy
Is gonna match, haa
It's just a
Smoke Session
What do I say dawg, and how do I sound?
No stressin
And how we gon' make it from off of the ground
No question
There's probably too many I'll sit this one out
But call me if anything changes, I doubt
You gon' make it
With Nobody Famous around
Chevy Gang Over Everythang
Creative Coalition
Nobody Famous
You bitch ass rapper
Been talkin' my shit for a minute I think they just figured out I got an ego
I take the Potara from Jack, go Vegito
I Off ya whole Set then Take Off like the Migos
I'm whippin' up hot shit, sofritos
Ay, Dios Mío!
Cas doper than a kilo
Gas smoker just OG tho
I passed over all my heroes
Coulda got the And one
I passed over all my free throws
Give me assists
Just don't get me pissed
Compare me to dead rappers all of the living ones mid
You don't get nooo play in my Chevy
All of you niggas get skipped
Actual factuals
Me and Jack hit the jackpot in this bitch, yee
Irrational capital
Moonwalk on tracks and I don't even try with this shit, yee
Impractical natural
We Nobody Famous and famous nobodies
I leave ya favorite rappers brainless no body
These picture perfect verses frame it no copy
I hit ya nerve on purpose aim it bro wobbly
Like whoa whoa get yo balance together
That four four get yo atoms unsevered
Hey oh no you can't handle the pressure
This cold flow like a talent suppressor
It's just a
Smoke Session
What do I say dawg, and how do I sound?
No stressin
And how we gon' make it from off of the ground
No question
There's probably too many I'll sit this one out
But call me if anything changes, I doubt
You gon' make it
With Nobody Famous around

Written by:
Christopher Scott, Jack Kafer

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