Traidmarc - Smoke Lyrics

Yo, it's your boy Tridmarc, TMG
I'm chillin' top billing, sitting on 20 million
Ricky, licking my million while watching the milky way on the ceiling
Ooh, what a feeling, y'all

Boss life
Shout out to all the real bosses in the game
Those who see the sun and the moon at the same time
And one time for my true players

Watching the sun dance on the water
For those who know, do not speak
Those who speak, do not know
Boss life

Boss life in Australia wasn't handed on a platter
I'm on a cold call, talking yadda yadda
I'm doing what I gotta do to get to the chatter
Talib Kweli on Instagram, talking with his mouth scattered

Saying I came on a boat, not a jetter
I'm thinking, dude, couldn't be deader
Petty vendetta, what does that even matter
Dead rappers from the 90's trying to block a nigga like that

Shit, where's my hat? Please give me a feather
Been in the trap for over 20 years
Ain't got my props, motherf*cker
Here's a storm you can weather

You a donkey, I piss in ya face, R. Kelly
Saying you gon' kill my career
What? Yeah, boy, really
I'm from the days of Myspace, Yahoo, MSN Messenger

This time around, I'm gon' kill you and your messenger
I'm a moving train, you're just a passenger
Suicidal, hopping around
We'll advance through ya

Humble yourself
Before someone else will humble you
Oh God, please don't let us be embarrassed
Humble yourself

If you don't, someone else will humble you
Oh God, please don't let us be embarrassed
I put my heart and soul into this rap game
But damn, on Spotify, the nigga ain't getting no streams

They try to blackball me in this game
I call up the gang, time to revenge
Homie, put a gun in my hand
A favor for a favor got a body in the trunk, no problem

I'ma show you where to bury the man
It's a few hours out of town, couple miles from here
I'ma shoot you to an empty land
With a gun on my waist, trying to kill a snake

Caught a case, just to show you that I don't pretend
Busta on my DM, did a backflip
Message unsent, Jadakiss, must be his girlfriend
You in your ugly ass chain

I don't really give a damn
I could have your ass strangled with that chain
You motherf*ckers keep acting like my life was in your hand
Motherf*cker, my life is in God's hands

Humble yourself
Or someone else will humble you
Oh God, please don't let us be embarrassed
Humble yourself

If you don't, someone else will humble you
Oh God, please don't let us be embarrassed
Plead my cause, oh Lord
With those who strive with me

Fight against those who fight against me
Take hold of shield and buckler and
Stand up for my heart
Draw out also the staff

Await those motherf*ckers
That persecuted man
If you're don't, I'ma have to clap him
And you can't blame me

This is Boss Life
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