All It Takes - Thelonious Martin, Smoke DZA

Kushed God, bitch!

I’ma need a ten piece from Harold’s, mild sauce

Make sure the fries is crispy and all that

Locate the Uber, take 'em to CBS

Make sure you get me all the dutches in that motherfucker

Smokin' this whole pack, whatever I don’t smoke, I’m taking home

I play like that

RIGHT!

Fuck the hold up, what’s the hold up, keep it capital G

Blow a donut, nigga roll up when you listen to me

It’s the God nigga, Kushed God see me strutting through the fog nigga

All hail

Shit, my cartel full of kings, made men pulling strings

Sons of Anarchy kind of things

Stoner spirituals, hustler hymns

Sermons’ll have you burning stuff some wax in your pen

I’m el plaga I say it once and I don’t say it again

Fuck what you saying you ain’t playing unless you playing to win

Unanounced, walk in your house, light up in your living room

Ash on your couch, take your lighter and bounce

Nigga rolled in, rolled out, blowing lethal

My cologne is tuscan leather and sour diesel

Classic, classic apple like the cobble streets

I’m the best nigga here in all honesty