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coleman williams & yohan yemba - interview lyrics

[intro]
you don’t want no smoke boy

[chorus: coleman williams]
you don’t want no smoke, what you sayin’?
i don’t care what they told you, i ain’t playing, nah
y’all don’t got no x+ray, y’all don’t see the work
i might bleed and hurt but i love my life, god put me to work

[verse 1: coleman williams]
no chill, no chill
too sick, no pills
how you gon’ pay the bills?
no fear. god will
i gotta work when the gram’s not lookin’
still gotta eat when the mom’s not cookin’
praise when i’m low, kneel when i’m high, i gotta rise up
i put in soul when i rap, i probably could just mumble
looks like the work’s harder, that’s just how the cookie crumbles
i make a hook so catchy there’s no chance that it could fumble
feel like the plug when i share my link like nintendo
i’m the ceo of bangers and y’all just got fired
if y’all don’t wanna get showed up i suggest y’all retire
ice cold when i’m fire
this is how it feels to chew five gum
when the generation where the rhymes dumb
and the kids all watch rice gum (sheesh)
my co+worker talked cr+p on me
so i walked up and said actually
i’m here for money, not here for talks
and my boss told me go pack and leave
so i packed it up, i’m still smackin’ beats
and i laugh ’cause i know the enemy tryna get me thinking that i failed
but i can’t forget that i fight on the winning team
so suck it!
muscle memory kicking in, that’s buckets
bass+boost in the old whip, that’s ruckus
i need a whole squad, real rap clique to have fun with
don’t be stern when i turn up, you can jump ship
everything i need my god gives in abundance
even those of us in poverty doing well
got too many bars i could put y’all in a cell
you can test me but i know i’ll never go to h+ll
[chorus: coleman williams]
you don’t want no smoke, what you sayin’?
i don’t care what they told you, i ain’t playing, nah
y’all don’t got no x+ray, y’all don’t see the work
i might bleed and hurt but i love my life, god put me to work

[verse 2: yohan yemba]
your boy really out here with a sweater vest and a polo on (one, two, one, two, three)
yeah, homie told me that i gotta keep running
intentions are doin’ the least
i gotta work for a living so i take the heat and i get the degrees
yeah, my generation a fool with the ink
and i’m talking the mark of the beast
that’s reckless, they should put talking to god at the top of they checklist
gotta infect this with truth
they want a french kiss to get rich
i curate my set list for the youth
first i’ma test this then invest this
i understand it’ll take a bit for your system to digest this
that’s on breakfast
i told ’em about the son, they be like who?
i told ’em i’m not the one, you know it’s true
i guess they got little brain, winnie the pooh
you better hop on this train like chugga choo
woah, now is not the time for me to shrink back
lo que necesito in my backpack
yeah, your homie stay strapped
pinocchio vibe, on my real, boy
take my dawgs to the vet so they heal, boy
why you play the k!ll+joy just to feel joy?
i’ll point ’em to the son, thats my real ploy
(one more time) your homie stay strapped (let’s go)
[chorus: coleman williams]
you don’t want no smoke, what you sayin’?
i don’t care what they told you, i ain’t playing, nah
y’all don’t got no x+ray, y’all don’t see the work
i might bleed and hurt but i love my life, god put me to work

- coleman williams yohan yemba lyrics

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