Thelonious Martin Ghost Of Dipset [Smoke DZA] lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
One of the illest niggas doing it, you should thank me
Audio in your ears, I paint the picture like I'm Banksy
A1, keep it all the way tall, lanky, rolling up another one
Bumping kid frankie
Nigga getting chicken extra dinner rolls
Fuck the politics, see many come, many go
Few real niggas, few niggas told
Broke hearts like when Ewing missed the finger roll
And only if you winin, then you really know
Bad bitch centerfold, yellow cab send her home
Nigga pure dope no stamp on me
Count on me to keep it g, you could bank on me
Ah, I've been on my shit
They call it showing love
Nah, call it sucking dicks
Speaking of that, face fucking my Cambodian bitch
Soundtrack provided 'til you 'bout Thelonious
We own this shit
We own this shit like
Like any luck I do I own it
Can't copy or clone it

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]

I show stop, come out in my bath robe
In high low socks
Sweat shorts to my Cavs
Jordans kinda look like nickels
But I'm not that type of nigga
This a different type of get up
It's real, backing up
Still got OG in my nails
I ball a half of pound nigga, I don't need a scale
Chill, as long as they keep printing bills
I'mma never stay still
Fuck a deal nigga, I could make a mill quicker
What I'mma do with that advance spot, mill with it
I play the block with the youngins
Like a recruiter on any Marthin Luther
I'm planning with shooters, the randomous killings
Is pure entertainment, to a nigga that's brainless hands
On the stainless, tryna get famous
There's a war going on outside
No man is safe from
Be aware, get head if you play dumb