Through the Smoke - Marty Grimes

YAH!

Dressed in all black with my gold watch

Dread to the back with my huff socks

Blowin clouds, you know its loud

My shirts off and I’m tatted down

Breaking every rule that they gave me, I know this shit sounds crazy

But most new cats be fugazzi

So you only get a ear if you pay me

In the back seat for way too long

Busy stacking my dollars up

This for every moment I was slept on

Now I think it’s time to get the driver up

Been around the whole country

Watched my closest homie, slay crowds

Time to go back around the country but put me up on the stage now

And I’m resurrected with a new flow, rap game’s new KuJo

With a zip of tree, some whiskey

Come get me cus I’m good to go

They can’t cook me, they try though

But I’m to rare, so raw

Feet kicked up with my shoes off, and coast side with the top off

And I’m zooming, zooming

Been working hard and damn it, business is booming, booming

They loosing, living fake, they on their Truman, Truman

While I’m tooming

That’s killing shit

Acting like a casino, boy you better recognize who you dealing with

Little Murder Marty had dreams of a red Ferrari

He got older then he bought it, thats just how the story started

Then he filled it with some hoes, they rolled up some dro

All over the west coast

And shit thats all she wrote

BOY I’m killin' shit, and you love it

You might as well admit this shit, quit frontin'

I’m coming for your dividends

That gold throne, you sittin' in

My work life is a party and I’m partying

So fuck it

Marty!

Ya six on the beat, on the board with KDE

It’s for my team

Ya

Marty, we taking over