Скриптонит, Benny The Butcher - Smoke

Whip flies through the city tunnels
On a backseat wit Chinese noodles
Know my way, don't need no Google, NFT jewel

I don't need to look smart or brutal
Just like I don't need no approval
True tho
True tho
Ready to shit on subconscious
Came on own gas, no advances
Now we got copyrights
Lawyers and margins
Employees, and many options
Took a technique wit momma milk
Not through one hundred bill
There's no economy
This award got no fucking nominees
None of my homies are looking for harmony
They tryna pull us on politic
We trying to fight wit monopoly by monopoly
Not tired to smoking these broccoli
But probably tired of looking for some new philosophy
And Numbers, this is what I believe always
None of these bitches been hopeful, me even more so
Now even not coco, taking them nose off
They crossed the line, and now they all crossed off
Bridges is burned
But we also made em high with that smoke

Made em high with that smoke
Made em high with that smoke

Kept it to gangster to fall off the throne
These niggas don't know what it took me
To get where I'm at I made songs about the trap
Just to get these promoters to book me
Made another 250 this month