Smoke DZA

Freebird Rules
Yeah Yeah No security, I got a plate inside my carry-on The way I travel, I don't gotta deal with TSA Baby, if only you knew just like the Patti song My Cuban heavy, only rock it if it's kilo weight Nigga jumpin' out foreigns like I'm Junkyard Dog, where's the roof? 4th Rope culture for the gods, what it do? One last call Yeah, doubt me like my last name Ball If you my nigga, you my nigga, stand against me, then it's war This the Kool G Rap The mafioso of this era, wrote it all from scratch Done shined a light up on my borough, gave my heart to my friends I beat the odds once, baby, I could do it again And I ain't like these rap niggas, I don't need those props I don't need those hoes, I don't ride off backs It's respect when it's owed I don't name drop and never been to parties with who? I'm just sayin', look, look When I die, could look back and say we made a movement Um, bougie and ghetto, still sell it, if it come, I move it Sorry, grandmama, you know your boy too real I may talk a lot of shit 'cause I earned it, yeah Every day, you gotta grow up a bit like Letras de cancionesEvery day, you gotta show up, get lit, let my nuts hang Blurred lines of cocaine, said finish the whole thing I'm sayin', baby, I ain't say enough Smoke DZA lace the boots, nigga, let's double up Stand on my own two feet and got the hammer clutched, like Right? Right? Right? (Right, what the fuck?) Uh, yeah, big heel energy, we the true mob Neck in Quebec, the real Montreal screw job I'm too on fire, gotta cool off (Garments, uh) Yokohama Garments, 8-5 stuck in my toothpick She used to local jokers, her regular man like Ruth Chris Talkin' to me nicely can suddenly make my mood switch I'm that nigga, hello, them other niggas like, "Who's this?" Good in all accords like Hondas, breakin' down drivin' My mentality is give me my fabric, exotic island Made a movie outside, they had to drive in You think you gettin' pussy like me? Stop lyin' Razor Ramon, always felt like razor's edge My fate is whole grain like my hero, hold the spread Don't give a fuck if she gluten-free, I love my bread Bronx Bomber, word to my dead, no Christian's Edge Fuck outta here, nigga Niggas is bums Trio From Letras Mania