Father Son Holy Smoke - Smino

Written by：Christopher Smith Jr./Lon Renzell Rudolph Jr

Good riddance

Shawty she be comin' off 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 m'appelle Smino papi yeah

Me don't wanna hurt no body yeah

We just want my people thriving yeah

Kill the cops and starve the culture vultures

I'm learning to teach my kids about agriculture

F D A approving murder burgers

The bullets ain't the only thing that hurt us

We're really all supposed to serve a purpose

Smoke in the mirror I can't see

I've 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 it's cool you know cause it's you

Where I'm from bro all we know

We get bread pull up ni**a show me

Runnin' up the check like some f**king roshes

Ain't about the check ni**a don't approach me

You know this ain't 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 I'm bound to pop

Ratchet and righteous we all we got

Shout out my momma she never judge me

Even told me I'm cute when I know I'm 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 breakin' the 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 Lou' still 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 thinkin' differently

Everybody different 'cause it ain't like he didn't listen

It's 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 we've been dreaming since children

Been steady appearin'

Gearing up

Glass glass smeared up

Roads clearin' up

Smoke in the mirror I can't see

I've 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 it's cool you know cause it's 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