Smoke Break - The Alchemist, Curren$y

You should be rolling up by now

Locate your lighters

Prime time

It’s mister go left on the bitch who can’t find her right mind

I’m squeaking past a yellow light, doin 65

Hope that wasn’t one of them camera joints

Traffic eyes in the sky

I’m kind of high

What you done twisted?

I’m used to that killer shit

So I maintain my pimpin

While you over highed and slizzered

And I’m laughin at you slippin

And yo bitch feeling disgusted and miserable

She like why is she even here with you

I’m puttin air in my inner tubes

Black mags on my haro hanging from the wall

The allure of my home decor

Got these girls tripping

And frequently speaking of return visits

A time machine, my lyrics and the same thing for my garage door

You see what I just put in it?

We tryna compete with them Nascars

You noticing that the styling got switched up

Cause the last one got bit up?

Yeah lil homie y’all can get down, but I bet y’all can’t keep up!

This Jet Life ain’t for everybody,

This shit is reserved for us

Yeah lil homie y’all can get down, but I bet y’all can’t keep up!

The stylin got switched up

Cause the last one got bit up

Yeah lil homie y’all can get down, but I bet y’all can’t keep up!