La S y La P

Every time I smoke
I inhale and taste the smoke
And my eyes get heavy
When I consume the smoke
Every time I smoke
I inhale and taste the smoke
And my eyes get heavy
When I consume the smoke

I'm rolling to the same beat, to the island, yeah
Those who wanted fire, I've already smoked them
We're gonna make it out even if they want us down, we're still standing
And all the hate they threw at me, I buried it in one go

I look for the girl to spark the flame
And even if she runs faster than a horse, the flame's quicker
I dream that I run fast and no one can stop me
And even if I'm also smooth, no one compares to us
The world is cold and it always ends the one who starts it
And pray as much as you believe to give you strength
Some get hooked outside and never come back
Destiny won't wait for you if you get stuck

I'm rolling to the same beat, to the island, yeah
Those who wanted fire, I've already smoked them
We're gonna make it out even if they want us down, we're still standing
And all the hate they threw at me, I buried it in one go

Every time I smoke
I inhale and taste the smoke
And my eyes get heavy
When I consume the smoke
Every time I smoke
I inhale and taste the smoke
And my eyes get heavy
When I consume the smoke

The world and the money
If you don't know about this, kid, you won't get a word in
I'm going for what I want
That's why no one can ride this stallion
Damn mess
May God bless us in this crazy life
I fight for what I want
For my dad, my mom, and the whole crew

I ask the one above
To never lose faith
I know something's watching over me
Never lets me fall
May God bless us
For all the bad I saw yesterday
Watch over my family
Since I can't see them

The world is cold and it always ends
The one who starts it
And pray as much as you believe
To give you strength
Some get hooked outside
And never come back
Destiny won't wait for you
If you get stuck

Every time I smoke
I inhale and taste the smoke
And my eyes get heavy
When I consume the smoke
Every time I smoke
I inhale and taste the smoke
And my eyes get heavy
When I consume the smoke

And this weed is in my hood, man
It's Moler, it's Baby Screw, bro
Since six thirteen, New York
Pure dope style