[Intro: Smug Mang]
Smug God-God-God
Smug God-God-God
Smug God-God-God...
[Verse 1: Smug Mang]
Smug Mang is a Smug God
Planet Xanax where I'm on
Party pack a bars
Outside in my car
Need a pint of lean, Hi-Tech or that Actavis
Look me b**hes look like I give a sh**?
My stomach hurts, I need that sh**
I need my weed, I need my lean, I need my Xans
Goddamn, Smug God
Don't ask me what the f** I'm on
Ask me what planet I'm currently on
Trippy kid always on
[Verse 2: Key Nyata]
Yeeah
As you talk about them n***as that you hate
It's really yourself b**h
You n***as all fake and I'm really myself
I'm focused on wealth
Help? I don't need none
Type of flow that make 'em shoot theirself with his own gun
Then run, no f**s given I'm [?]
Playin' melodies with a ripped out organ
I'mma prolly live and die by the sword bruh
And I'm 40 I'mma still be on one
That's prolly over your head, Air Force 1
It's getting clearer that I really am the chosen one
This is just a prelude of what is to come
Reducin' your brain cells to sticky mush
Sick as f**, I'm a fool with the pen and stuff
I can make your main and your side b**h give it up
[?] cause all my green chips is up
So f** n***a give it up
[Verse 3: Butch Dawson]
Yeah
[?] watch all my senses
b**hin' and drivin' the Benz's
Don't even keep me a license
Licenses they k** pretty [?]
Butcha ya monsta who creepin'
Energy used on the weekend
Find me a b**h who attractive
Tip that b**h home to my tree pen
Some say they see I'm not actin' right
[?]
Whippin' bad b**hes my paradise
It ain't much of a secret
Hotestest hand on the beaches
Hotestest b**h by the bleachles
Heater needed releavin'
Be it so be it, I'm leavin'
People are still gon' be grieve
Evil and good is the equal
Life is a b**h, don't you see it?
[?]
Seeing, believing
Money is always believing
Money is always believed in
Money's a part of our reason
Walkin' with dark of the demon
[?]
Now dab one
I just wanna work while have fun
n***as pa** some
If the cops come
n***a stash some
This the last one