Second Hand Smoke - Pressa

Lyrics by：Quinton Gardner/Nelson Ballard/Nico Baran

Composed by：Quinton Gardner/Nelson Ballard/Nico Baran

Produced by：ItsNell/Nico Baran

Uh I play my role

Uh I play my role

But once I rolled the dice I rolled it back

It's Nell on the beat

Yeah uh

I play my role role

But once I rolled the dice I rolled it back

I know what I want want

And I don't want your girl to and

Want all the smoke smoke

Only time a deal with second hands

A brick of

Will turn a teenage boy into a man

I kid you not not

I seen my life evolve around a rock

Fill up my Glock

And I be with the wassa a hunnid shots

Up the pot pot

Seen mama hide the pyrex from the cops

Get out the way way

Just like we did that and now he gone

Yeah I'm a star star

But free my the ones

That fish the rock out in the car car

The streets say they know exactly who you are

I gotta get it

'Cause if I don't go get they gon' get it

Real to the bone there ain't no edit

We shoot like JJ Reddick

Shootin'

Shootin'

Don't play with me uh no

This FN 5 serving up the Hercules uh

She started on a demon she a diva a diva

My twenty-three and ready

Need a breather a break

We made a million in the trap without a phone phone

Shout out the plug

'Cause he know we not the loan boom

Shout out my youngin

You see lil' bro knocked 'em over

Ain't nobody telling me I'm rolling over

I play my role role

But once I rolled the dice I rolled it back

I know what I want want

And I don't want your girl to and

Want all the smoke smoke

Only time a deal with second hands

A brick of

Will turn a teenage boy into a man

I kid you not not

I seen my life evolve around a rock

Fill up my Glock

And I be with the wassa a hunnid shots

Up the pot pot

Seen mama hide the pyrex from the cops

Get out the way way

Just like we did that and now he gone

Pass my blunt to the same

That probably hit up slugga

This that d**e

Remember nights I was stuck

At the trap stuck at the store

Before I go please remind my opps

That they a bunch of

Caught a L but he got hopes of going home

Kept it a hunnid while half these nights

Out here kept it fake or probably a third

Twenty-five percent of

Don't got a bird bird

Kept it smooth and slid on

Slid on

I ain't talkin perm

Put them youngins in the trap

And make them chip it make them learn

I can't relate no 'cause all my kill

Yellow tape

We 'bout to pray I know muslims

That they pray beside the K

No MMA but my de it gon' lock and break a plate

I see doing anything for fame uh

I play my role role

But once I rolled the dice I rolled it back

I know what I want want

And I don't want your girl to and

Want all the smoke smoke

Only time a deal with second hands

A brick of

Will turn a teenage boy into a man

I kid you not not

I seen my life evolve around a rock

Fill up my Glock

And I be with the wassa a hunnid shots

Up the pot pot

Seen mama hide the pyrex from the cops

Get out the way way

Just like we did that and now he gone

Just like we did him and now he gone

Want all the smoke

Want all the smoke

Only time a deal with second hands