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D Smoke – Top of the Morning Lyrics Don’t get it f----- up It’s love in here Top of the mornin’, lookin’ up Grateful for another year Don’t get this s--- twisted N----, we with the business But everything we do for our family and the kids So don’t get it f----- up It’s love in here, uh Love is patient and passion and pursuit Say hello to the newest ambassador for truth Nobody could do this all alone So as I grow, I hope to secure another recruit Danny Glover with a weapon, I’m lethal as ever Blessed with natural ability, peaceful and clever On the easel I scribble sketches, put in enemies over stretches With the only weapon known to put trees in the desert He’s in a better place than he was less than a year ago Reclinin’ in the midst of violence, our position I find it in I find it intriguing that people project what they fear in yo Responsibility to self says prioritize yo health and let go of any f--- s---, that’s spiritual But a musket is a must for these hat

Honey Jack By D Smoke Wicked-minded and kind-hearted Aiming for entertainment, then you picked a fine target Nothing normal or regular here In a world of rectangles and squares Regular spheres are what I’ve grown to revere and respect They neglect the rules and lines drawn Mid-chaos boss, they managed to find calm Met with a kiss of death and managed to find tongue S-- with a chick is next to perfect when mind’s young Idolize a single moment of pleasure Cohesive in the sheets, let’s keep this moment together And if I make you leak, promise me you’ll pull my lever To release all of the feelings that I suppressed indefinitely Effortlessly my mind travels to times past Finding revelation at bottom of wine glasses All I had in my pocket, a condom, a dime, chapstick, and a pad Travel the city when lines pass, that’s free Paid too much for that, get your money back Kickin’ back, sippin’ up on some Honey Jack Full glasses, it’s ’bout to be a mummy wrap Off the Honey Jac

Lil’ Red By D Smoke Supa Good, yeah Yeah Mmh Lil’ Red, Lil’ Red Took that game to the head (Head) Cook that slang for the bread (Bread) Bookbag hang with a TEC (With a TEC) Lil’ Red, Lil’ Red (Lil’ Red) Got three chains on his neck (Yeah) Papi chained in the feds (Feds) Rocky, bang with the best (Best) Lil’ Red, Lil’ Red Ego big, lil’ legs (Legs) Skinny kid with plenty friends Streets got him caught up in a lil’ wet Lil’ wine, lil’ bread (Lil’ bread) Communion with the bigheads (Heads) The OG’s told him he the homie Sold him on the dream and gave him lil’ cred Save your soul, lil’ n---- Pave your own, lil’ n---- He wasn’t tryna hear that Time went on, a real killer Was born alone and real bitter Wasn’t the one to get at Brrat, brrat, let it go like a merry-go-round Hit the ground as soon as a n---- hear that Then exit with finesse and skip the lecture Can’t share space like the Knicks and Nets, the kid’s the best Lil’ Red, Lil’ Red Took that game to t