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Compulsive - 1000 Smoke lyrics

Artist: Compulsive

album: Comeback Pack


Beef with a cash cow, then I cash out
Flooding these streets, they ain't never seen drought
Signal off the turnbuckle, never tap out
Bring hell in a cell to any sell out
Swear fifty five accountants couldn't count me out
How we get to upperhands from hand me downs?
Getting it, getting it, getting it, getting this
Need five stories in my powerhouse
Back out the background, my back against walls
But don't back nobody but me, yeah
Comp always outdo competitors
Gonna be back of a maybach for me, yeah
Heated the lab to a hunnid degrees
But I step in the booth and the shit start to freeze
They said it's impossible, did it with ease
My haters bank tellers, keep checking for me, ay
Don't need substances to have some substance, ay
Only time I hold an L is repping London, ay
Gotta show some love to country that I come from, ay
Money talks, conference call the discussions, ay
My signature move is moving in silence and signatures, darg (Signatures, signatures)
Only ambition is flipping these M's out the Internet, darg
Cannot belittle me, cannot diminish me, cannot be kin of me
All of you little league, riddle some middlemen didn't do diddily
Dead in lil Italy, rewriting history, darg, yeah
Cannot be blamed, got carried away with building the wave
Fucking insane, even stay fly if they crash-land the plane
Just smoked a thousand, I'm not even waved
Do it again and again and again, darg yeah
Cannot be blamed, got carried away with building the wave
Fucking insane, even stay fly if they crash-land the plane
Just smoked a thousand, I'm not even waved
Do it again and again and again, darg yeah
Again and again and again and again
We from ends so this shit never ends
I just play dirty, the rest play pretend
Again and again and again and wait wait wait
Told me mind my business, now I'm business-minded, huh
Twenty seven club membership, I might decline it, huh
Feel like Michael Myers in some suit and tie attire
Don't need aid for my awards, this ain't Dallas buyers club
Need to stop hiding my strengths, need to start listening less
Need to believe me in more, need to start doubling stress
I'mma go strongarm the game, first I'mma triple my reps
Go out for the glory and pray that my story don't end in the gory in like X
Feel a disconnect between the populous and me
When there's six master degrees of separation between
Grandpa played guitar with Hendrix upon scenes
Always knew pulling strings was in my family genes
These green fingers clip branches off family trees
Swedish twenty nineteen remix of blood on the leaves
We're all mad here ain't nothing ain't what it seems
Man a' got the musical Midas Touch, all I touch on repeat, and I
Cannot be blamed, got carried away with building the wave
Fucking insane, even stay fly if they crash-land the plane
Just smoked a thousand, I'm not even waved
Do it again and again and again and again
Cannot be blamed, got carried away with building the wave
Fucking insane, even stay fly if they crash-land the plane
Just smoked a thousand, I'm not even waved
Do it again and again and again, darg yeah

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