Smokescreen/Crossfade - Intellectual

Pilot, ULG

I just smoke, (smoke)

I just smoke

I just smoke, (smoke)

I just smoke

I just smoke, fuck all the xanny pills

Ya'll wouldn't know shit bout a record deal [whoa]

I just keep it on the real, fuck how you feel

Lean out the seal, codeine for the fiends

Got em trapped, in a smoke screen

I just leave them be

I just leave them be, trapped in a smoke screen

I just leave them be, it's too damn hard in the streets

Ya'll be wanting to talk

Ya'll fuckers be wanting to talk

You don't own the streets that you walk

Acquire the keys and open the lock

I be too busy be writing my thoughts

ULG. don't be talking to cops [naw]

Making that money I open the shop [cash]

Talking that shit you should really just stop [quit]

Fuck all of my ops, they getting no gwap

And I be covered in sauce

Gang

People fake as shit, building up a list

Keeping to myself, building up my wealth

Now is my time to speak, now that I got my beat

Things I wanted to say, places I wanted to stay

Been blind for so long, now the veil is gone

My mind is free to think, my time is free to sink

I was in this, I cared about this shit

I wrote this verse, to lift this curse

Now is my time to go, I thought you should you know

Lifted the smokescreen

Shit

Now I can see

Pilot, ULG., gang, lezz get it

Gold chains, gold rangs

Blunt smoke, cross fade

Getting high everyday

In the skies, Pilot Trace

Used to struggle for meals

Now i'm sitting on a record deal

Never did sneak diss

Rather smoke and make hits

Backwoods stay lit

We all getting faded

Look what i'm making

Steady count the payment

Racks stacked so amazing

I'm faded, i'm faded, i'm so amazing