Smith & Wesson - MD

Smith & Wesson

Spit that Smith & Wesson, yeah

Give you that kill to your soul feel, oh

Smith & Wesson

Spit that Smith & Wesson

Give that kill to your soul, feel heaven

Soul food, come get your blessin'

I told you, come get your blessin', yeah, yeah

Smith & Wesson

Spit that Smith & Wesson

Give you that kill til your soul, feel heaven

Soul food, come get your blessin'

Yeah, I told you, come get your blessin', yeah

Yeah, AK second letter with my range though

Yeah, I feel fly as TSA in plane clothes

Itsy-bitsy rappers swear they kings though

Sun came out and dried up all they rain though

I sound cloud high

Streamin' a track and you can spot the fire emoji

Cause I’m livin' all I got

Boy, I’m really livin' more than sentimental

Put it in the middle of a instrumental

Every jot and tittle from my brother, pencil riddle

With the riddles of my Father’s vision

Boy, I know you heard me go off

Sorry for all the hold up

In the lab now with COBRA

Tempo, tempo, tempo

Homie, that’s my quota

The album comin' soon

Natalie, that’s no lie

Smith & Wesson

Spit that Smith & Wesson

Give you that kill to your soul, feel heaven

Soul food, come get your blessin'

I told you, come get your blessin', yeah, yeah

Smith & Wesson

Spit that Smith & Wesson

Give you that kill to your soul, feel heaven

Soul food, come get your blessin'

Yeah, I told you, come get your blessin', yeah

Puttin' in work, young T Chef up the stove though

I pull up in all black with the Rose gold

Microphone loaded weapon, spit a real rap

I just wrote this from the soul so I know you feel that

Put my life inside these bars, yeah

Metaphor a murder charge, uh

Metamorphosis, I still evolve

Write the sound of heaven, higher power

Light the valley, really I just hold the torch

I’m a freedom writer speak my peace up in the fire

I got angels all surronding just to hold me down

Yeah, hold me down, yeah

I’m a young wavy Memphis, raging shawty level up

Yeah, shawty level up

I just came from Atlanta and I really need a break

But I get three more shows this month, yeah

Smith & Wesson

Spit that Smith & Wesson

Give you that kill to your soul, feel heaven

Soul food, come get your blessin'

I told you, come get your blessin', yeah, yeah

Smith & Wesson

Spit that Smith & Wesson

Give that kill to your soul, feel heaven

Soul food, come get your blessin'

I told you, come get your blessin', yeah

Oh, we just strange, full of grace, all my gang

Oh, HGA to the grave, that my faith, yeah

Jesus is allegiance here, won’t pick apart a piece of this

The piece is His, when everybody wanna leave it here

We leanin' in, we eatin' here, that’s it

We ain’t great, but we ain’t fake at all

Talkin' CHH to create faith in bars

Homie, we don’t play like EA games

And we take aim to see they change to free they pain

We say «gang», but we don’t stain

The key to…

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Y’all gotta wait for the album man

I can’t give it all here, you know what I’m sayin'?

Get your tickets to the Tempo Tour

It’s the last time we doin' this

Intimate, know what I mean?

Come hear what we workin' on