Baraka smells

Baraka smells like dookie, he don’t wash his booty, Rollin' through the city, got that vibe, feelin' moody, In the club, all the lights flashin', catchin' glances, But he in the corner, man, missin' all the chances. Got the crew with me, they laughin', can't ignore, Baraka tryna flex, but we know what he wore, Stains on his jeans, man, it’s hard to believe, How he actin' tough when he can’t even breathe. Talkin' big game, but he ain't got the proof, Smellin' like a dumpster, man, that’s the truth, We just keep it movin', while he stuck in the past, Livin' in a fantasy, hopin' it’ll last. Time to step it up, bro, hit the soap and water, Or stay in the shadows, man, that’s your only fodder, Life's too short to be caught in that funk, Clean it up, Baraka, or stay in the trunk. Baraka smells like dookie, he don't wash his booty, Rolling through the city, man, this vibe ain't groovy. Got a crew full of legends, but he's stuck in the past, While we shining, he's hiding, man, his time's moving fast. Caught up in the drama, can't you see the signs? While we stacking paper, he's still lost in the lines. Used to be the homie, now he's just a joke, Can't respect the game when you're out here broke. Fresh kicks, fresh fit, we elevate the mood, But Baraka in the corner, man, he smells like food. Life's a hustle, gotta keep that flow tight, But he's slipping in the shadows, lost out of sight. Time to wash it off, man, step into the light, Dookey on your name, bro, that's a rough plight. We're chasing dreams while you're stuck in the mess, Better clean it up or get left with the rest. Baraka smells like dookie, he don't wash his booty, Rolling through the city, feeling fresh, looking moody, Got that vibe, but his hygiene's kinda shady, In the backseat, yeah, the crew feeling crazy. Hit the block, yeah, we laugh and we roast, Baraka's in the mix, but we just can't boast, Got the drip, but that scent's too strong, Trying to vibe, but it feels all wrong. Every time he steps, man, it's like a disaster, We're just chilling, but he's moving way faster, Talk big game, but we all know the truth, Fresh kicks on his feet, but he's lacking that proof. So we keep it real, while he's lost in the hype, type, slide, Baraka gotta learn, gotta wash, that's the Rolling with the squad, but we can't let it Hygiene's the key, gotta keep that pride. Baraka smells like dookie, he don't wash his booty, Rolling through the city, man, this vibe ain't groovy. Got the crew behind me, but he's always lagging, Every time he steps out, the whole block's gagging. Stains on his jeans, man, it's a whole disaster, Trying to flex hard, but he's moving like a plaster. Chillin' with the homies, but he's lost in translation, Talkin' big game, but it's all just frustration. Got that funky odor, it's a vibe killer, We just wanna chill, but he's making it iller. Push him to the back, he don't get the memo, Baraka's in denial, living life like a demo. Hit the washroom, bro, it's time for a scrub, Can't be out here acting like a dirty little thug We just want the good times, keep the vibes clean, But Baraka's out here, living life unseen.