Through The Smoke

[Verse 1: Marty Grimes] YAH! Dressed in all black with my gold watch Dread to the back with my huff socks Blowin clouds, you know its loud My shirts off and I'm tatted down Breaking every rule that they gave me, I know this shit sounds crazy But most new cats be fugazzi So you only get a ear if you pay me In the back seat for way too long Busy stacking my dollars up This for every moment I was slept on Now I think it's time to get the driver up Been around the whole country Watched my closest homie, slay crowds Time to go back around the country but put me up on the stage now And I'm resurrected with a new flow, rap game's new KuJo With a zip of tree, some whiskey Come get me cus I'm good to go They can't cook me, they try though But I'm to rare, so raw Feet kicked up with my shoes off, and coast side with the top off And I'm zooming, zooming Been working hard and damn it, business is booming, booming They loosing, living fake, they on their Truman, Truman While I'm tooming That's killing shit Acting like a casino, boy you better recognize who you dealing with Little Murder Marty had dreams of a red Ferrari He got older then he bought it, thats just how the story started Then he filled it with some hoes, they rolled up some dro All over the west coast And shit thats all she wrote BOY I'm killin' shit, and you love it You might as well admit this shit, quit frontin' I'm coming for your dividends That gold throne, you sittin' in My work life is a party and I'm partying So fuck it Marty!! Ya six on the beat, on the board with KDE It's for my team Ya Marty, we taking over