who want smoke
Who want the smoke? I’m the ghost in the room, All you fakes in the shadows, just waiting for doom. I’m turning up the heat, you can feel that glow, Chills run deep, but you’ll never know. Stacking up my paper, man, I grind non-stop, From the bottom to the summit, I’m the cream of the crop. They pay me for the hustle, respect the ambition, While you sit on the sidelines, I’m making decisions. Vision on the prize, never blind to the hate, I’m a king in this game, never bow to fate. Diamonds dance on my wrist, shining bright like a star, You can’t touch this level, boy, I’m raising the bar. I’m a beast on the track, hear the roar in my flow, When I step in the booth, it’s a lyrical show. Confidence dripping, got the world in my palm, While you struggle to cope, I’m the eye of the storm.
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Who want the smoke? I’m the ghost in the room, All you fakes in the shadows, just waiting for doom. I’m turning up the heat, you can feel that glow, Chills run deep, but you’ll never know. Stacking up my paper, man, I grind non-stop, From the bottom to the summit, I’m the cream of the crop. They pay me for the hustle, respect the ambition, While you sit on the sidelines, I’m making decisions. Vision on the prize, never blind to the hate, I’m a king in this game, never bow to fate. Diamonds dance on my wrist, shining bright like a star, You can’t touch this level, boy, I’m raising the bar. I’m a beast on the track, hear the roar in my flow, When I step in the booth, it’s a lyrical show. Confidence dripping, got the world in my palm, While you struggle to cope, I’m the eye of the storm.