Lungz - Lord Sko

Puttin smoke in my lung everyday
Still puttin smoke in my lung everyday (Uptown shit)
Puttin smoke in my lung everyday (Smoked it)
I can’t imagine any other way

This is expertly decorated (uh)
I got shooters using English as a second language (que lo que)
Every reference is ever changing and for the record there might be some Blood on the money that you been gettin payed with (take that)
Some my bitches look like Kira Noir (they do)
All my OGs have a feeling I was here before (uh huh)
Made a living off making arenas cheer and roar
Got a key and now my entire team got feet in the door
I might fuck and send her home, I ain’t feeding a whore
Said this all for years but y’all jus didn’t believe me before (nah ah)
Start a rumble in the jungle like Don King
Developed reputations drunk and saying the wrong thing (my fault)
Catch me chilling with your bitch out in Palm Springs
Might as well have a weapon in my hand when I palm the ink
Nowadays I could write the shit and not hardly think (it’s easy)
Just observe, yo, I smoke blunts and saw the shrink
I rock Phat Farms jackets and pocket cash
Clear my cache after buying shit off the dark cloud
Sparking loud packs, earn the cash and count stacks (uh huh)
Y’all can’t get in at the front but just go around back

And I'm still puttin' smoke in my lung everyday
Still puttin' smoke in my lung everyday
Puttin' smoke in my lung everyday
I can’t imagine any other way

Might pull an ice pick thinking that the dice tricked (Headcrack)
Got fine bitches telling me to hit the light switch (I gotchu baby)
Half the payment aggravated in these baggy jeans (uh)
I wouldn’t wife her up cuz everybody’s had a piece (I wouldn’t do it)
Designer drugs, won’t even let my son imagine these
But best believe he won’t get in no trouble for a bag of trees (go smoke up)
The youngest OG in my city, dawg (uh huh)
No monkey business, you lil homies like Diddy Kong (you lil homies)
Steak and lobster, y'all be at Benihana's to get a job
Wonder if y’all even have got the credit to rent a car (I would doubt it)
You ain’t touch a rap dollar in 6 months
Your talent went to waste but least you keepin that blick tucked (grrr)
Your mixtape flopped, must’ve got caught up in the mix up
While I be on the roof lighting spliffs and getting my dick sucked (cough cough)
Best believe we leading different lives (we not the same)
Don’t make a toast for me if you can’t look me in the eyes
Deleting nude photographs off my phone, tryna minimize storage
And before this, I had everything visualized
I’m just talking my shit bro (uh)
Just woke up on the homie couch
Hold me down with some piff tho