Q.Perfect - Smoke Lyrics

Broody said you go get em then imma have to split him (Split Him)
Leaving tracks to remember me in this simple rhythm (Rhythm)
Gun in the hand, one in the hand, killing niggas see imma need me a funeral plan that's my religion
See call me a Christian (Yeah)
You gone my god for forgiveness
I need to pray i night I sleep with my pistol
No I'm kidding I'm too young to keep relying on civil
I need to re-up reevaluate invest in some crystals
Diamonds shining and glisten
I keep on cooking up singles
See I just call the shots and you gone do all the whistling
I don't wear all the stripes
I line you and dismiss you
I might just f*ck in your bitch
Then send you back to your misses
See you just missing the point
Go get you a joint
Keep on getting your coins
And roll some weed up while you rock to this joint
I keep my distance anti hoping you can hear what I wrote
And spread the message like this virus that the governor promote nigga
One smoke, two smoke, five
One hit don't hurt time to f*ck up my high (Uh)
Three smoke, six smoke, nine
I won't die unless you killing my vibe (Uh)

I'm rare but I'm cold they call me artificial
And I keep me some 0's so all my funds efficient
If you using my codes you gone need my permission
But I'm feeling alone I'm not in competition
I'm not trying finish you all that's not even my mission
Please don't ever mention my songs when I die or go missing
Pissing women off isn't trust you call it thoughtful giving
All my women rolling in trucks showing what god give em
This feeling isn't right but fun
That's why you keep on living
Liberal and ignorant as f*ck
F*ck all the ignorant critics
Coping cause they pushing my buttons
Stopping the red from detonating cause these Benjamin's tough
I got the green light to keep my dreams chasing me huh
Like the og's
WU Tang the way I carry this cream
A mystery i'm not extreme but this danger I bring can cause a scene
Light it up and pass the jay back to me see what I mean nigga (Let's go)

One smoke, two smoke, five
One hit don't hurt time to f*ck up my high
Three smoke, six smoke, nine
I won't die unless you killing my vibe
One smoke, two smoke, five
One hit don't hurt time to f*ck up my high
Three smoke, six smoke, nine
I won't die unless you killing my vibe