POV: it's 7:59pm on a warm summer night in the city - Smoke 'Em (prod. and feat. DXNNYDXRKO)

Dropping my first ever collab project, with DXNNY DXRKO as the producer and feature for this Memphis Phonk x West Coast 90's Rap type beat. Check out DXNNY DXRKO's YoutTube to listen to the original beat as this one was slightly reworked for the vocals.

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LINK TO ORIGINAL BEAT:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ao1BWoecF2Q

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LYRICS:

City streets, urban cruising,
Compact in suburban, way we roll and smoke ‘em
Coke and bourbon boozing
Contact when we burn ‘em got the whole car roastin’
Freestyle radio beats, bass up tuned in

Been feeling too couped up in apartment tryna get lethargic
Seat lean back cup holders purple ashtray green ‘til carsick
Basketball on summer tarmac
Buyin’ fries on the walk back
Sidewalk chalk, hopscotch cuz I’m on track
Locked in, I dodge cracks
Mama got my back, told me where they’re at

I crush and huff,
Smoke magic huff n puff, can’t get enough
I fuck it up turn dust to dust
Doubled up on Dutch, jump from blunt to blunt,
From bud to butt
Her lips need Vicks I’m going in, ride rodeo like she own this dick
I’m going fast, smoking gas, petroleum, smell sodium,
Your plain and mad I got flavor facts, say I’m the biggest dick, slip Freudian

Liquor mixed with opiates I'm sipping, walls are closing in Flagrant what I'm smoking and I don't care what the flavor is Finger on the trigger, kill myself I'm contemplating it
Lately been escaping from the psych ward I'm located at
I don't give a fuck and I break the law
Glock is tucked when I flip them off
Creeping up like I'm Sam Fisher
Rainbow six I want six figures
Waking up in my fucking lair
Blow it up I don't fucking care
Vacant space in my blank stare
Blood and brains in my grey hair

Every release like splinter cell, undercover underground, and never found
But if you find me it’s high stakes, way I spit splits cells at night late, I annihilate
Gettin’ head again ‘til it fuckin’ ache no acetaminophen but pills hit brain
Imma knead that bread even when I’m baked
No less than a dozen in my oven, yall next to muffin got little taste
Y’all brittle break, just spittle grains, all these fruitcakes chew on my plate,
Cool nights and warm rain
Smell the air like cocaine
It never gets plain, though I feel high
No pain, but glass stacked ceiling high

God got fire hits Lui Kang
Wrought iron fist like Luke Cage
Bands gettin’ fat Bruce Wayne
Man up to bat talking Ruth, Babe
I’m rutheless babe
Want my life in order but girls can’t restrain
Fuck ‘em ‘til I’m numb casanovacaine
Her husband out picture I reframe
Their or not I can’t refrain

My chick getting fried with me, feeling Kernel Sanders, high standards
Tryna cook but with that ass it’s hard to manage
I’m a hostage to the pussy she brandish
She a meal I’m feelin’ famished
She a steal, no Beyond all real
Get another involved, 2 for 1 deal, chicken sandwich