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letra de the smoke - rj payne

[intro: rj payne]
square root of a kilo, n-gg-
rj motherf-ckin’ payne, 38 spesh
trust! bsf gang, n-gg-
black soprano family, griselda
eimg, rushmore muzic
yeah..

[verse 1: rj payne]
i’m on a whole ‘nother level of sk!ll
yeah we heard the dirty hate, but that .38 special for real
f-ck ya medical bills
carlton banks, both arm swingin’
these bullets gon’ land wherever they will, it’s payne!!!
fresh prince bars, the god back again
i been great since he got chased by charlie mack and them
f-ck shine, i’m glowin’ different, it’s called platinum
bare foot, long -ss choppers, we all african
yeah, shaka zulu, b-tch i get brutal
the glock shinin’, top rhymin’, knock out ya noodles
i won’t stop climbin’ until i’m on top of google
deebo, preemo, come and rock with the guru
sk!ll effortless, still treacherous
kilos, i move blocks, the real tetris
the talent, the hunger, the ego, the real messages
megatron meets leprechaun, they will treasure this
i won’t all the smoke, i ain’t for the jokes
gemini, twin hammers on me, check my horoscope
my kundalini is higher, even my aura dope
miss griselda blanco my mother, this that imported c-ke
i clear the booth in a second
everybody prepared, this here’s a nuclear weapon
then we through with the session, who’s as smooth as us?
in the words of 38, the only rule is trust, payne!!!

[verse 2: 38 spesh]
ayo, shout to my peoples in texas
hard to go legit when all ya sh-t come from illegal investments
streets made me so protective
two stash vs, one for the cheese, make sure the kilos is separate
no breakfast, we was desperate
set up shop in houses that’s abandoned, don’t need no electric
huh, i grew to be the successor
thought it was unachievable ’til i made unbelievable efforts
huh, now y’all wanna hear a truce
but if you scared, shoot, left on the steps, yeah i air stoops
got buried in a rare suit
mortician made sure his funeral clothes is prepared cute
team full of millionaire troops
spare his flute, and they landed right in his (?)
we do drive bys in rare coupes
yeah it’s true, wan’ get to a kilo then this the square root
i’m a .45 rocker dumper, lot of thunder when i confront ya
shots perform acupuncture
increase profit watchin’ numbers
d’s watchin’, still got trees droppin’ like i’m choppin’ lumber
ridin’ for the ones not among us
foot on the pedal, stick in each hands but not a drummer
i’m a fishscale product runner
only through the grace of god
i survived through these violent summers, trust!

- rj payne

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