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  • Bryson Tiller – Blowing Smoke (True To Self Album)

    Ayy
    It’s 7AM in the morning, I been up since 3
    Fuck it, I’ma keep going
    Yeah
    Young Pen Griffey
    I go to, I go to bat for my niggas
    The pun was intended, nigga
    Wow, look how I’m livin’, nigga
    Angels say watch how you spendin’, nigga
    Devil say cop a new Bentley, nigga
    Might as well, quick as you get it, nigga
    Made a prediction, nigga
    Fortune teller, nigga
    Ayy, I got it, yeah, I get it, nigga
    You a rappin’ contradiction, nigga
    Hunnid racks on a sticker
    New whip and I’m in it with her
    Set it off, this a stick up
    ‘Til I came to shake shit up
    Shakin’ that shit up
    Then I go put another check in the bank, nigga
    Got a lot up on my plate, nigga
    Grandma need a new estate, nigga
    You a fraud, you a fake, nigga
    Can’t keep up with the pace, nigga
    Get the fuck up out the race, nigga
    Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow
    Pump your brakes, go slow
    Just like my shawty, she like it slow
    Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before
    Don’t let ’em fool you, they blowing smoke
    Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah
    Yeah, I heard it all before
    Don’t let ’em lie to you anymore
    Hey, don’t let ’em lie to you anymore
    Ayy, don’t let ’em fool you, baby
    Gene Snyder, get shifty, nigga
    Need a lighter for the spliff, nigga
    I pull up in a street fighter chain, hit a nigga
    Now that I got your attention, nigga
    Keep my name off your lips, nigga
    Hey, just like her, I don’t take you serious, nigga
    No you can’t be serious, nigga
    You can’t be serious, nigga
    I can’t even hear it, nigga
    Gotta be up on my tier, nigga
    You ain’t nowhere near, nigga
    Young Tiller don’t fear a nigga
    Ayy, this no joke, no smoke, no mirrors, nigga
    Know you seen me last year, nigga
    All at Cleveland Cavaliers, nigga
    Thoroughbred, I’m a winner
    D’USSE in my cup, I feel like Jigga
    Wins got me hittin’ liquor (faded)
    And I got you niggas feelin’ bitter (you mad)
    Bitch, I been a heavy hitter
    But you barely makin’ plays, nigga
    Fuck it, let me demonstrate, nigga
    Home runnin’, not safe, nigga
    Guess I got what it takes, nigga
    Can’t keep up with the pace, nigga
    Get the fuck up out the race, nigga
    Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow
    Pump your brakes, go slow
    Just like my shawty, she like it slow
    Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before
    Don’t let ’em fool you, they blowing smoke
    Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah
    Yeah, I heard it all before
    Don’t let ’em lie to you anymore
    Hey, don’t let ’em lie to you anymore