Smoke Dza - Quality Inn Freestyle текст песни

Ah, right, yeah
Bow down to the god nigga, high times 2012 doobie award winner
Word, may enside em, drop…make them hotter
Like top 5 albums we could argue,
Billboard charts through, first week born through
Niggas like sean blue, right, and just a little arsenal
I'ma need like 2 million for part 2,
For low racks to riches, nigga had followers way before twitter existed
The kid is consistent, beat the odds to being another statistic
Every year, my kids just having a better Christmas
Busy discussing bread, phone and shit
Smoke joints with steven addler, stone and shit
Life's about guns and roses, so I'ma smoke one until I'm chosen
Ah, alert but I'm comatose, swagging my rugby overcoat

Or … them little niggas call og those
Who the hell are you, what have you done?
No one knows, wanna impress me, die at 27 from over dose
Shout out to my niggas always doing they bits
Foul niggas, 2 felonies, still 1 to give
Real life shit, hand on the money, kung fu type grip
All harlem high bred, it's the king yeah your honorable
Fresh off a plane, flying been the same since the most haters bbques
Right, authentic nigga real, respects to walk through my jewels on still
Bad, separate the peons from the trappers with the rollies
31 days I made more money than the police
Right, we don't remember runners up
You niggas front on us, it's bus driver uppercuts.