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smoke dza - rosetta stone lyrics

[intro: smoke dza]
kushed god (183rd street)
sinatra
gotcha

[verse 1: smoke dza]
ugh, my fly on autopilot, i don’t need a stylist (harlem)
create the fresh, all my pieces fire (ugh)
i deal directly with the brands, big up my feet supplier
send a hater to the stand, straight through papayas
n-gg-s is liars, users, substance abusers, felonious, foolish
self-proclaimed real n-gg-s, i tell em “prove it” (prove it)
good energy across the landscape (right)
since when, a broke n-gg- could demand weight
maybe, rosetta stone could come and translate
you put syrup on sh-t, don’t make it pancakes
gem droppin’, diamond test it, i can’t fake
honestly flawed, midas my tone, outta control
found the prices on my size, still the product is flown
n-gg-, airplane mode couldn’t silence my phone
they on my landline, batline, all at my door

[verse 2: vado]
ugh, i keep hearing these deep voices
i’m at a funeral and there’s heroin in these coffins (open em)
shawty tear up her feet walkin’
slid her from squeeze to the sheridan, we hawkin’
what you sharing? i need often (uh huh)
dope for fifty-two had the maryland streets talkin’ (yes)
i inherit the b-ballin’ (uh huh)
down in the pain, i’m a scarier deep darkness (ugh)
i steady push the sour instead of kush (uh huh)
always f-ck up the count, we call you eddie mush (tell em)
when you wrap it and bounce, the bag already squshed
you keep an eye on the money, that cash or fetti look (yes)
hurry to leave, you never worry me, please
i promise won’t nothing grow if i go and bury your seed (ha)
thirty degrees, was moving thirty of these
from inside of the chinese, hit that keith murray will squeeze (wah)

[verse 3: nyemiah supreme]
ugh, how you like this queen now? (now)
step up on the scene (what’s up?)
i adjust my crown (ok)
step up on the stage, shut it down, rock the crowd (aye)
standin’ ovation, encore, take a bow
wow, when they see this -ss walk through (that -ss)
keep it confidential, broke n-gg-s i don’t talk to (what?)
you think you can trick on me, that’s a gift for me (ok)
wrist like an iceberg, i’m about to make history (ooouuuu)
live flawless, my skin flawless
flow hot like the left side of the faucet
i never force it (never)
model chick, i might endorse it (ugh)
and if the coin good, you know i probably floss it
hop in a ferrari, the only time i’m down with horseplay (vroom)
b-tton on the wheel, run the engine like it’s foreplay (ugh)
phone always buzzin’, all these options make a boss play
virgil oblah, only time i have a off day (aaaa)
keith harring to street art
drip get delivered, i don’t wait on release par’
street smarts and a sweetheart
be better not bitter, b-tch like a sweet tart
aaa, it’s supreme

[outro]
you a person i look at, that talk
that know what they talkin’ about
wait, what? don’t bring my moms into this, please
indistinguishable phone chatter
about?
indistinguishable phone chatter
no, won’t you google it
i’m not googling it, what about you pop up?
i do wayne, 3rd but yo, if this
let me tell you something, boo
you listening?
oh, that’s why you talkin’ like that
cause you infront on somebody
cause you infront of your little f-ckin-
your friend is probably f-ckin’ wack too
so you tryna f-cking show up, that’s what you doin’
first of all, nah we don’t do those, we don’t do those
we from the westside of the bronx, we do not do those
f-ck the westside of the bronx!
yo, why you be disrespectin’-
that sh-t is not poppin’
yo, you know what? you know what, boo?
i’m, i’m now you, you not becoming my boo
you now becoming my enemy cause you disrespected
why-,why am i becoming your enemy?
cause you disrespecting the westside
and you know i’m from there
how am i disrespecting the westside?
you talk about how you wanna put on some absurdity on the phone
why don’t you follow suit and go along with what you said?
stupid
and you also said that um, that the one [?] “is just me with your f-cking sister” right?
they are my sisters, they, they my sis-
you said that, right?
and in my dreams, you was just f-ckin’ em, right?
i wasn’t just, that’s when we were kids
oh, so you mean to tell me that they’re holdin’ on the memories from when y’all was kids havin’ s-x?
yo, i don’t wanna argue about other people
you know what i’m sayin? they ain’t got nothin to do with me and you

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