Second Hand Smoke - Pressa

I play my role

I play my role

But once I rolled the dice I rolled it back

I play my role

But once I rolled the dice I rolled it back

I know what I want, and I don’t want your girl to bitch and nag

Want all the smoke

Only time a nigga deal with second hands is a brick of coke

Will turn a teenage boy into a man

I kid you not, I seen my life evolve around a rock

Fill up my Glock and I be with the wassa 100 shots fuck up the pot

See momma hide the Pyrex from the cops

Get out the way just like we did that nigga and now He gone

Yeah I’m a star

But free my niggas, the ones that pitch the rock out in the car

The streets say they know exactly who you are

I gotta get it, cuz if I don’t go get they gon get it real nigga to the bone

ain’t no edit

We shoot shit like JJ Redick

Don’t play with me uh

This FF5 serving up the Hercules uh

She started fucking on a demon she a diva

My nigga 23 and he need a breather

We made a million in the trap without a phone

Shout out the plug cuz he know we not the loan

Should out my youngin you see lol bro knocked the mover

Ain’t nobody tell me shit I’m rolling over

I play my role

But once I rolled the dice I rolled it back

I know what I want, and I don’t want your girl to bitch and nag

Want all the smoke

Only time a nigga deal with second hands is a brick of coke

Will turn a teenage boy into a man

I kid you not, I seen my life evolve around a rock

Fill up my Glock and I be with the wass a 100 shots fuck up the pot

See momma hide the Pyrex from the cops

Get out the way just like we did that nigga and now He gone

Pass my blunt to the same nigga that probably hit up slugga

This that dope

Remember nights I was stuck at the trap stuck at the store

Before I go, please remind my opps that they a bunch of hoes

Caught a L but he got hopes of going home

Kept it a hundred, while half these nights out here kept it fake

Or probably a third

25 percent of niggas don’t got a bird

Kept it smooth, and slid on niggas ain’t talkin perm

Put them youngins in the trap make them chip and make them learn

I can’t relate cuz all my nights kill shit yellow tape

We bout to pray, I know Muslins that there pray beside the K

No MMA but my dope it gon lock and break a plate

I see niggas do anything for fame uh

I play my role

But once I rolled the dice I rolled it back

I know what I want, and I don’t want your girl to bitch and nag

Want all the smoke

Only time a nigga deal with second hands is a brick of coke

Will turn a teenage boy into a man

I kid you not, I seen my life evolve around a rock

Fill up my Glock and I be with the wass a 100 shots fuck up the pot

See momma hide the Pyrex from the cops

Get out the way just like we did that nigga and now He gone