Smoke DZA - Best Seller Lyrics
[Verse 1]Right, I'm from where ebonics is proper grammarLittle niggas squeeze hammersCredit card scammer's, one hundred-fifty grammer'sMover's and shaker's, watch the crooks loomin'Type of nigga steal your pack and help you look for itReal shit on wax, don't need no hook for itI need a movie and a book for it, listen hereIf this rap game is like the street game then I been preparedNo pressure, I be cooling in central airDark nights, don't be a lone victimYoung shooters turned old hitmen, where I'm fromI'm just a young nigga trying to get dollars to feed my baby's yoMy bills late, but I paid them thoughMy ***** annoying, that's my lady thoughAgree to disagree, I guess that's just the way we rollNow that I'm getting it, I remind her of the daysWhen I was rapping for no money like an intern not getting paidA nigga was living off rhyme and noodles, sixteen-five the trainI just made thirty in the ?, gosh look how things changedNiggas say the fame made you changeGoing through the bullshit, how could you ever be the same[Hook x2]Nothing is overlookedPage for page cause my life is like an open bookLife and times of the big fellaGuaranteed to be a best seller[Verse 2]Low Impala flying towards traffic on a one wayMinutes after acts of random gun playShit'll get worse before it gets better, one dayGrandma said she prayed for me every SundayHand to hand, lost a couple grams*****ing with a middle man, thirsty for a lickHit my man on the arm, and he got set upCaught him slipping like Stacks Edwards, another sad record storyOnly a boss bounce back from his lossLike he ain't been through shit beforeValuable lesson when you getting burnedOnly when you cut the nigga off, that's when a lesson learnedCourt adjourn, case closed, friend turned foesHeating up in a matter of minutes like microwave dinners, niggaLove and haters the same shitYou gotta worry about a nigga when things are different[Hook x2]
