Smoke - Haviah Mighty, Clairmont The Second

Big boss in a mini me suit

Stand tall ‘cause the city needs truth

I’m the main one filling these boots

I’m the same one singing these tunes

You not raw and you really need rules

I’m as smooth as breeze moves

I can prove my gene pool

Is made for the cathedral

My man we so unequal

I won it, you playing the game still

I weigh in, I’m tippin the scale still

Built the platform and the frame still

I think you rappers oughta stay still

Unless you really tryna break bills

Otherwise I break dreams

Look, that’s why half my bars have the same theme

I see the light at the end of the ray beam, I mean

I have always had an attitude

You will always think I’m mad at you

And get walked over like a pair of shoes

I fly over like a parachute

And hit you with that bird beak hawk shit

Sounding like a girl meets God shit

You could never block that don shit

I know how to walk and talk it

They know how to blah blah

But they don’t want the rah rah

Listen they don’t want the karma

Bet you they don’t get the armor

On they plate is no Sriracha

No sauce, huh

Bowling fail, no balls, huh

But shorty great, no falls, bruh

Ever since my uncle stabbed my dad in the face I bossed up

Best believe boy

I be chasing extreme joy

I be baking these beats boy

Clairmont Masego on the keys boy

Dare not be hating on the dream boy

2oolman saw my theme through

So imma do this for my g-ma up in heaven boppin' this preview (yeah I miss you)

So hold me back, they don’t want the smoke

And I ain’t really tryna give it

I listen whenever my mama spoke

Now I’m just really tryna get it

It’s your life, you should live it

Live it, live it

Now I’m just really trying to get it x 4

My bigger cousin

Got life in front him

I couldn’t function

I find me specking

Myself my budging

If I kept it tucked in

If I was bussing

With the repercussions

Without respect

I mean, we are young blacks

Every day it feels like dodging and finding ways to live

Like, government hates me, my hood hates me

I can’t leave my crib

Man, I’m out this home

My fear can’t hold me out from getting dough

My god got me could’ve died when that car fronted me but I’m here

Your dough my smoke, then y’all wanna smoke

Why do you think I go hard for cuz I’m crying on the phone

I was in sparse for a year

On a couch couldn’t make any bones

Lick lick I’m home

Bliss, same bliss was what I had any money for some home

My dad’s department departures as soon as they get started

I’m a rhapsody, is dope

Like weed and white yo

Fire she a pyro

Try with me and I’ll blow

I’ll delete a guy’s bones

Fum to fe to fi fo

No police at my door

Luckily my mind forged

Something to focus on

I’m on a roll yea, I’m on my DIY glow

Europeans might know (they do)

That all you gotta do is pay you

There’s always gonna be a way through

Not even talking bout the ye' boo

And govi I got sum to say too

Had faith in the trust I awarded you

I hate that I loved and supported you

I pray that my brothers don’t corner you

So hold me back, they don’t want the smoke

And I ain’t really tryna give it

I listen whenever my mama spoke

Now I’m just really tryna get it

It’s your life, you should live it

Live it, live it

Now I’m just really trying to get it x 4