[Hook: Carta] x2
She ask me why I smoke…
Say you don't need to know
Just know I got the dough
And know that sh** gon flow
[Verse 1: Carta]
She ask me why I smoke. Say you don't need to know
See I'm falling off a cliff, and I blow this sh** so I can float
And I'm probably with your b**h and we rollin' thick, yea f**in' stokes
b**h I'm Marley, with the smoke. Pop a molly, down her throat
Now it's back to the basics
Trappin' for ages
Wrapped in the cases
Packed in the basement
Need the weed the seeds
Feed my need for trees
And eventually
Find my inner peace
(Woo. Ha.)
Find the enemy, line em' in the breeze
(Woo. Ha.)
All gold and its shinin' when I speak
That sour pack, pack a mean punch
I smoke to eat, I don't need lunch
Lets have a feast, n***a King Tut
Egyptian freak, tell her bring blunts
Never change for no ho
You get what you came fo'
Spend cash, so I get a**
So I get what I paid fo'
I said f** school, skip cla**
Smoke weed. Flip bags
In consequence, I made quick cash
Like my ambitions off fifth ave
SAKS fifth. Six bands
Seven grams of that piff man
Ya'll n***as smoke lil 1/8ths
I'll face nine now im on ten
[Hook] x2
She ask me why I smoke…
Say you don't need to know
Just know I got the dough
And know that sh** gon flow
[Verse 2: Carta]
Got the pa**ion of a rapping n***a
Never lackin' just stackin' n***a
Keep a bad b**h like a pageant n***a
Call it casting, women dancing
And I smash it… then I pa** it
Now you asking.. why your b**h absent
She wit me, like she ditched cla**es
Frequently, rolling leaf
She on my team, like an expansion
That sh** that they be posting, be bullsh** and you know it
Blog n***as be hyped up, they pussies filled w/ emotion
Rookie n***as need coaching
Wifin' hoes, no sense
They bite the flow, no rinse
Dry dick, you need lotion
I'll walk in yo' sh**, Talk to yo' b**h
Get her wet, f**in' ocean
On a jet, ‘cuz im f**ing smoking
Got green like I f** with Nostra
Got lean, where my f**ing coaster
Obscene, motorboat her
No bed, do it on the sofa
Don't trust a b**h, they'll f** you over
Flame gang, at cha head
Flame gang, ‘til I'm dead
And its going up, so I'm countin stares(stairs)
Off a bean, I'm so prepared
[Hook] x2
She ask me why I smoke…
Say you don't need to know
Just know I got the dope
And know that sh** gon flow