Smoke Break

You should be rolling up by now Locate your lighters Prime time It's mister go left on the bitch who can't find her right mind I'm squeaking past a yellow light, doin 65 Hope that wasn't one of them camera joints Traffic eyes in the sky I'm kind of high What you done twisted? I'm used to that killer shit So I maintain my pimpin While you over highed and slizzered And I'm laughin at you slippin And yo bitch feeling disgusted and miserable She like why is she even here with you I'm puttin air in my inner tubes Black mags on my haro hanging from the wall The allure of my home decor Got these girls tripping And frequently speaking of return visits A time machine, my lyrics and the same thing for my garage door You see what I just put in it? We tryna compete with them Nascars You noticing that the styling got switched up 'Cause the last one got bit up? Yeah lil homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up! This Jet Life ain't for everybody, This shit is reserved for us Yeah lil homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up! The stylin got switched up 'Cause the last one got bit up Yeah lil homie y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up! --- Smoke Break - The Alchemist and Curren$y