Father Son Holy Smoke

Father Son Holy Smoke （父子聖煙） - Smino
Written by ：Christopher Smith Jr./Lon Renzell Rudolph Jr
Good riddance
Shawty she be cominoff the top
Like some good writtens
Pulpittin
Every time I speak where the deacons
Need a good witness
Dreams really hood vivid
Daddy want a Chevy with the wood in it
Momma we can pull up in the woods with it
Woah woah woah
Midnight moon make your whole soul glow
Je mappelle Smino papi yeah
Me dont wanna hurt no body yeah
We just want my people thriving yeah
Kill the cops and starve the culture vultures
Im learning to teach my kids about agriculture
F D A approving murder burgers
The bullets aint the only thing that hurt us
Were really all supposed to serve a purpose
Smoke in the mirror I cant see
Ive just been looking for saline
Solutions and ways these ways these days
Lay your head down on me baby
Coconut oil on my grey tee
But its cool you know cause its you
Where Im from bro all we know
We get bread pull up ni**a show me
Runninup the check like some f**king roshes
Aint about the check ni **a dont approach me
You know this aint nothing new
The cops all capser slide on fool
Clap clap then cha cha real smooth
Get their PR on the news
Oh lemme stop
Hop in the booth and eject the top
Thot in the booth boy Im bound to pop
Ratchet and righteous we all we got
Shout out my momma she never judge me
Even told me Im cute when I know Im ugly
Shout the ones all now only God control me
Smoking nowadays I always need three to hold me
The Father the Son
The Holy Smoke that cool my mind
I found me a bomb
That Nova Scotia blew my mind
The Father the Son
The Holy Smoke that cool my mind
I found me a bomb
That Nova Scotia blew my mind
The Father the Son
The Holy Smoke that cool my mind
I found me a bomb
That Nova Scotia blew my mind
The Father the Son
The Holy Smoke that cool my mind
I found me a bomb
That Nova Scotia blew my mind
Came from the concrete breakinthe concrete
Still on the conquest feeling incomplete
The Father Son wimme I can conquer all things
That smoke be so holy
I grew up Northside city you know
You really gotta show me for a ni**a to know
I been round the Chi LA NY to the bay
But Loustill feel like home
Jackie Chan when I land every time
They be saying every line goddamn
They demand a reprise goddamn
Let me hear you one time say yeah
Grandma preaching bout Ephesians
Til it beat into our DNA
Cuzzo addicted to the liq
Visually it had me thinkindifferently
Everybody different cause it aint like he didnt listen
Its just the cards he was dealt out the deck
Remy on deck we lit like a kitchen
Free Shorty Blood Free Unc forever got life
I been bearing with that since a cub
Got all this pack on me this just my luggage
Smino stone miss Angie my big cousin
Stones on the bottom teeth I put the slugs in
That's just religion
Sh*t weve been dreaming since children
Been steady appearin
Gearing up
Glass glass smeared up
Roads clearinup
Smoke in the mirror I cant see
Ive just been looking for saline
Solutions and ways these ways these days
Lay your head down on me baby
Coconut oil on my grey tee
But its cool you know cause its you
The Father the Son
The Holy Smoke that cool my mind
I found me a bomb
That Nova Scotia blew my mind
The Father the Son
The Holy Smoke that cool my mind
I found me a bomb
That Nova Scotia blew my mind
The Father the Son
The Holy Smoke that cool my mind
I found me a bomb
That Nova Scotia blew my mind
The Father the Son
The Holy Smoke that cool my mind
I found me a bomb
That Nova Scotia blew my mind