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Smoke DZA

All Green

 

All Green

(album: Prime Location, Vol. 2 - 2019)


Yeah
Yeah
Kush God, bitch
Really
Uh-huh
Uh
Let it breathe for a second
Right

Lately, I been on the Somalian flex
Teddy threw me some pieces, always fuck up a check
I need the whole 2020 collection, I'm on deck
2x the tops, XL the sweats
My direct sell for wreck
And then exhale the rest
You think I do this for TV but ain't no cam in there
I smoke two-hundred bucks a day, that's seventy grand a year
Uh, wish I could claim this on my taxes
But Uncle Sam can't get what's under this mattress, uh
You can't relate, you non-active
Plus your whole hustle game is lacklust, Acura
Looking for some dope boys, that's us
I represent a small percentage of the niggas that really talk and live it
Travel with it always off my pivot
Of course, I hit it, I be courtside with it

Uh, enough raw to make the dog sick
Fuck a U-Haul truck, I need a forklift
Fuck a five-star suite, I need a fortress
And if I ever swipe, I use the corporate
It's more lit, more shit
I buy champ for fun, I got endorsements
Of course it's still all green like what Sebi sings, uh
And business over everything

Everybody I know with real money don't want fame
Was dark, then the sun came
Underground king like the pimp and bun name
Whole lotta flavor contain
Got your whole record deal just on one chain
One thing, we come in peace but still gun sling
So keep your piece unless you want flame
Through all the smoke, the smoke clears, smoke there
Still got a whole lotta debts for wholesale
Meet me in the lot of the Red Roof Inn Motel
Had to cut the middle man, tried to ride my coattail
Gas got my feet on it, nigga, tried to put a whole G on it
Got him out the way, put my G on it
Uh, I'm a Harlem nigga, anyhow
You niggas looking goofy, we still koofi, smack ya jimmy style
It came from us, if it was any loud
Smokers club, I live it out

Uh, enough raw to make the dog sick
Fuck a U-Haul truck, I need a forklift
Fuck a five-star suite, I need a fortress
And if I ever swipe, I use the corporate
It's more lit, more shit
I buy champ for fun, I got endorsements
Of course it's still all green like what Sebi sings, uh
And business over everything

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