Smoke Remix
[Intro:]
Let me take my shit off for this one
Saint nigga..
Haha.. Yeah

[Verse One:]
I been pissed shitted on dissed and forgotten
They all waved good riddance, back to the profit
Moments I was lost, heavy weed pill poppin'
My road dawgs noticin' how distant I gotten
Overcame the odds woulda never made it God-less
Overcome with scars still intact like a spartan
Had to cut some loose, the others fit compartments
Live my own truth, nigga motherfuck what ya'll think
Quest for redemption
Brain well beyond niggas gauge of perplexion
I spurn your conventions
Weathered many trials and it made me relentless
Never was the child that would crave the attention
Thoughts Wes Craven obsessive on occasion
Avoid an intervention, rear view to my nation
Me and self deprication, we're engaged, just
Hope I die knowin' the journey wasn't in vain, woo
Black man, half-amazin'
Revisionist history to the narrative I'm caged in
Mated with misery, then proceeded provacation
Death to who doubted me, turned the agony to patience
Whoa, Your purpose is vague, my verbal AK mode
Disfigure, bewilder, they kept at bay like Hov
I'm down for the fade they wanna buck, come come then
Hair so laid, they wanna fuck, so sudden
Uh, Any problems ain't nothin'
I will not roar, get mauled, no Budden
Drop in the field, I'm lethal as napalm
Quiet Niggas kill, keep sleepin' on Nashawn
I'm my own lane, not trippin', what they on
A heated mind state, as if I resent calm
Watch what you say, get banged on
Niggas lookin over scared like they in a seance
Deezoe say you 'bout to blow for real
Let them niggas know you blow for blow for real
It's a little bit colder over here
Crown Saint, cause the rest just don't appeal
Hate me, but his reign is over, yeah
Take your artists and have em flourish here
Take caution or kneel when I appear
First born no middles over here
And it's like that, nah you don't wanna fight back
You ain't built for the combat
Have it where you can't come back, this the shit you run back
I got a round for anybody, make a body out of anybody
Nigga I don't see anybody, motherfuck everybody
[Chorus:]
I been pissed shitted on, dissed and forgotten
(Yeah nigga! One time for my niggas man)
Moments I was lost heavy weed pill poppin
(I told these niggas I was not playing man)
My road dogs noticing how distant I gotten
(I don't even know why the fuck you niggas even bother doing this shit nigga, get the fuck off the Gram, you know what I'm saying? all that weak ass shit...)
Back to the profit, uh and now I'm back to the profit
(Blow for blow for real, let them niggas know you blow for blow..)
My ex said good riddance, dissed and forgotten
(The fuck you talkin' bout nigga?)
Been pissed shitted on dissed and forgotten
(Niggas ain't even fuckin' with me or my homeboy, you know what I'm saying? straight up)
And now I'm back to the profit, back to the profit
(Niggas can't... I don't even know what niggas be wastin' they fucking money on! You know what I'm saying? Can't fuck with me man)
Back to the profit, back to the profit
(Get the fuck out the studio nigga, nah mean?)
Dissed and forgotten, now I'm back to the profit
(Fuck outta here!)
North Miami, back to the profit

[Outro:]
You know what it is..
You scared nigga? You scared nigga?
(Go to church motherfucker)
Jedd in this motherfucker with me!