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

Made em high with that smoke