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Smoking kills, still killing smokes

Still real, still filled with hope

Supposed to be steel buildings, but the building still broke

I don’t feel most, because most feel they feel the most

Less is more

She’s praying I won’t squeal as pills fill her throat

Lips are sealed, still, the steel’s still concealed in coats

Loose lips sink ships, but I’m still afloat

Steer slow, peel off like clear coats

Road kill fills the moat

Higher tiers, dry your tears, ain’t no crying here

Shitting off the pier on my peers, I’m revered by goats

Feared by the ones that they fеar the most

The past year or so, I stackеd it so high

No lie, the ceiling nearly broke

Brokering deals, kosher with skills

No voter appeal, so I’m stealing votes

Got suppressors on the straps

Stop success of my successors, but even so

If I don’t succeed I’ll secede & grow

Put some money on my head, I’ll drop a coffin on your threats

Never let ‘em say they saw you stress

Crosses on my neck, not fighting wars about no flesh

I just had to get that off my chest, more is less

Unless, of course, you don’t feel blessed at all

You start to see they cut your senses off

And then they start to censor more

Hope it reminds you what your blessings’ for

Refreshes your memory, they’re telling me I said it all

Less is more

You don't have to be shady dude to get the M’s

But you might have to bend the rules to get the Benz

Get what you can and get out, that’s what I recommend

That was back then, I’m off that, I’m in bed by ten

Light the wood, hear the crackle like when the record spins

And keep turning records out because I don’t turn records in

Leave your post, when you return, command respect again

Don’t get spread too thin, protect your next of kin or get condemned

Like why would God let us sin and not let us in?

Simple, the sinful solidified their soul status

I’ll spin the block in an old Stratus

And sip Goldschläger out of a gold chalice

This is the whole package

I’m ducking old habits, they say you die by what you live by

Wrong or right’s divided by a thin line

Pure souls have a hard time believing the evil

I’ve been both, stay in the middle

I feel like three different people

Put some money on my head, I’ll drop a coffin on your threats

Never let ‘em say they saw you stress

Crosses on my neck, not fighting wars about no flesh

I just had to get that off my chest, more is less

Unless, of course, you don’t feel blessed at all

You start to see they cut your senses off

And then they start to censor more

Hope it reminds you what your blessings’ for

Refreshes your memory, they’re telling me I said it all

Less is more