Who Want Smoke?

As a youngin I was cooking up anthems
 I was still running shit in my pampers
 Summer baby I'm as hot as my tantrums
 Flow sick, I was born as a cancer
 Cops talking we ain't giving em answers
 I might spazz on a nigga at random
 Two girls tryna jiggy they dancers
 And they both like to ride it it's tandem
 Got this one chick she stay in Atlanta
 She be lying to me saying I'm handsome
 Niggas out here getting signed for ransom
 Any problem that I had it got handled
 Any beat I get on get dismantle
 I can stand on every lyric I wrote
 Ain't no doobie blunt papers or roach
 But Blaq n Mild send a beat it get smoked!
 In a booth I be giving em havoc
 When I come through they scatter apart
 Ain't no love I ain't sparing ya heart
 Hold on let me gather my thoughts
 Tryna pull up on the scene in Bach
 With a driver just so I can relax
 Throw party ocean view in the back
 With model broads and they better be black
 Just some shit I had to get off my chest
 Still blessed ain't no reason to stress
 Only thing on my feet is them Ree's
 Tell Reebok they need to invest
 Got a lot of ideas in my vault
 Married to this music it ain't fault
 Invited my all my ex's to the wedding
 They ain't throwing rice they throwing salt
 All these niggas do lie when they rap
 All you hoes do is lie when y'all talk
 Man I really murder shit every verse
 I should write every lyric in chalk
 Intermission let me give em break
 Tellem throw a couple million we straight
 Ima legend Ion settle for great
 Put my whole family on a estate
 Take chances learning from my mistakes
 Cause I know Ima make it, it's fate
 Till Dwayne standing here in my face
 Call the judge tell him open the case
 Let me hear it back
 Hmm never mind fuck it I'm going back in
 We ain't never side switching we solid
 O.R.G, we just want our profits
 For the kids tryna keep em inspired
 Got em looking up to me as a prophet
 No degree I done skipped out of college
 Ain't no school bout to measure my knowledge
 But my cousins better go do the opposite
 I ain't hypocritical I'm just honest
 Hold on tellem hold on, let me get my roll on like the Tymers
 No degree, I'm 400 hunned degrees
 I just turned the studio to a sauna
 Up in school couldn't make it to honors
 We was too busy dealing with trauma
 But we still made it due to my momma
 I just need a record deal for my momma
 This here for my family and my momma period, nah we want the commas
 All black in the watch we on nigga timing
 Presidential looking like Obama