Smacked - Boldy James & The Alchemist

Chyeah Chyeah Ayy, where we at? Let's get it, uh I know Sergio, I know Tacchini plug Do Gianni, nigga, no Versace Still servin' blow out the 'Ghini Steppin' on the coke like a pair of 'Raches In the spizzy runnin' up a check With them thirty-sixes and them R Kells Heard that nigga tell a lot of shark tales And I'm really not that impressed (at all) Me and Thirty ate off of Archdale Caught a burger, flake, and a jar sale Now I'm in the Wraith lookin' like a star field Checkin' in at the Fontainebleau (where we at?) Tied in, I got drug ties, me and Papi Bricks hoppin' out the coupe Cuzzo finna make a mud slide He just dropped a fish in the Mountain Dew It was process of elimination Now we chewin' like an overbite (eatin') Everybody so opinionated Keep your two cents, don't need your advice (I don't) In the gutter lane like a bowling ball Always been a Mr. Know-it-all (rollin') If you can name it, I done sold it all Fluff a oil 'caine into a soda ball Put the call in Send them country boys in them overalls (where we at with it?) Lil' dawg keep a string on him, shit, it's just protocol Headshot gang (bah), we the mafia Let my four-fifth spit a sixteen (brr) I hear everybody claimin' gang time And they don't even know what that shit mean Where we at with it? Ranned it up on the incline Maybe if I wasn't in the street full time, would've been signed Life of a Mich' con, real street shit, ain't no sitcoms (no bitches) Circle tight, nigga still a flight risk Nigga might skip bond (jump bail) Life of a Mich' con Art of rock climbin' with a zipline (bungee chord) This blood sport Jumped off the front porch under the wind chime (hell block) Life of a block bleeder, facin' life I had to risk mine (put it on the line) All these niggas cap like a Just Don (snake ass niggas) While I be in the trap with my Concreatures I got high, I got high Front door's open, I'll get it

Keep the E in it, Chevys on Smoking weed in it Girl, don't post me in your pictures High as my aspirations Clean as my gold day tons The reason she can stop waiting to exhale I'm smoking well Breathin' clouds, castin' spells Voodoo that I do Don't leave me 'round your boo Sleepless in Seattle I'm up, I'm rolling fat ones Grazin' on grass like Cattle while coyotes lurk in the shadows Usual suspects arrived in matching Corvettes with double barrels Smokin' aces, take ten paces Draw your weapon and Pray to God you make it In other words, shoot your shot at all costs I guess that's what I'm saying He got game But not like mе, watch how I play it Menace to society had us holding pistols Firе sideways firing O-Dog admiring A-wax in that grand national sliding Took 'em on them licks Niggas got clipped and boys became men Coolie high gadgets and contraptions Like a golden eye spy with the vernacular Or Superfly, the original vision 1972, I never done what they do I don't get in it Never been tempted to attend a party That they threw We good just being us Hustlers from blue hill avenue Theatre in the crib, the fuel from my pen Plus the way that I live already the shit Pull up in somethin' sick Disappear without a trace The man and the myth, look at him Swear I should wear a cape when I do it 2004 Bape, bitch, you was clueless Stuck on stupid Literally superglued to it I'm travelling without moving Always in the new shit Buy them hoopties and redo 'em Stay back to the future Moving Hard top '76, we in it cruising Drugs and music Yeah, yeah, uh Mhm, uh Still tryna find What Devin left up in that ashtray Buddha loving, I been high since Friday Let's get blown She changed the music to some Sade She asked how to roll a blunt Baby, I show you my way I been crumblin' herb since myspace The jets landed And my eyes kind of dilated Spitta probably smoking weed Up in that Cadillac My grandfather said he need it for his cataracts Day and night how it used to be We on the ave tryna duck D's How to fly now we overseas Got connects and still flew it in The Black Boston George Who said I can't get stoned anymore? I'm with my bitch She tryna buy out the store I'm too high I'm 'bout to head out the door I miss that haze That purple Cam'ron was on I never stopped dreaming I always want more Love without conditions Only want it if it's pure Tryna be optimistic 'Cause sometimes I could get lost in my thoughts just overthinking Sometimes I feel ah, ah Ayy Ayy Smokin' weed in it