Smoke

Michael Myers in the street Creeping down yo caldesac Coming for your jugular Whippin in a Cadillac Stepping back like Iverson Cross um over on the floor Started ballin I was young Y’all don’t even want the smoke I ain’t ever tripping When I’m gliding on a beat Repping for my people Claiming Potawatomi Steady beaten drums Hear me bumpin thru the city Turtle tatted on my arm Huron Nottawaseppi Just an average guy Never looking for an issue Trouble always find me Then I target lock the missiles Riding with the devil Til I’m coming to my senses Acting like a psycho I might need an intervention Hook Y’all don’t even want the smoke Calling for a fireman You won’t see me ever choke Chiefin like a veteran Airing out my skeleton Taking off my human face Texas Chainsaw Massacre Now they call me leather face Lock me up and hide the key make the world a better place Me out in society? That just isn’t feelin safe