[Chorus]
Honestly, I doubt it if I only seen it on the Internet
Lot of ni**as bred, not a lot of ni**as thorough
How this thing that I love gon’ kill me, is this cigarettes?
Is it nicotine?
[Verse 1]
Where my ni**as at?
Making something of themselves, placing bigger bets
We got bigger fish to filet we ain’t laying up
Don’t give ’em that sh*t from the free throw, ni**as fu*king hacks
Got the simulation glitching b*tch we busting back
Now they leaning in to listen, got the baritone
Still a couple ni**as drowsy off the 'tussin pack
I’m feeling energies I’m even peeping pheromones
I’m screening enеmies like casting calls for Marvel flicks
Brought watеr to drink, brought water to gargle with
If it was salt water most at the surface on some snorkel sh*t
I’m in the dark water it’s black and white just like the orcas is
Killing sh*t, Darth Vader even with the force
These ni**as forcing it
Art paid us even with the failure, know I’m fortunate
Raw papers twisting up these joints, I’m no contortionist
Star gazer, look up at the sky and know it’s more than this
Piss on ni**as flows I’m Mr. Porcelain, please pardon me
Salt shakers for the seasoning, it ain’t no salt in me
Sharp razors in my company they not just ornaments
Far greater with my ni**as, what’s the coordinates?
[Chorus]
Honestly, I doubt it if I only seen it on the Internet
It’s a lot of ni**as bred, not a lot of ni**as thorough
How this thing that I love gon’ kill me, is this cigarettes?
Is it nicotine?
[Verse 2]
I was hotboxing the stain back at the gang way
I been chain smoking no chains just shorty namesake
I been lane switching I ain’t switching the frame rate
Iron chef cooking you can’t stay in the same kitchen
Whip it left handed my aim steady I can’t sway
Bass clef branded they know that I keep it low key
Eight packs legend I can’t stress it enough though
ni**a born from pain, I remember when I would hit Purp up for that quarter thang
Got that bullsh*t off my shoulder like a halter top
An altered path, the type of ni**a to cop Baltic Ave
Been picking up the type of sh*t they say I ought to drop
On my Andre sh*t I might just go and grab a flute
‘Cause flipping your sh*t for the mob is how they often flop
I gave ’em water and I heard someone talking flutes
A noble savage I can turn into Chernobyl if I drop this nuke
[Chorus]
Honestly, I doubt it if I only seen it on the Internet
It’s a lot of ni**as bred, not a lot of ni**as thorough
How this thing that I love gon’ kill me, is this, cigarettes
Is it nicotine