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SMOKE STACK

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Hip-Hop/Rap

SMOKE STACK è stato pubblicato il 5 settembre 2025 da ROYALE ENTERTAINMENT come parte dell'album SINNERS

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Data di uscita5 settembre 2025

EtichettaROYALE ENTERTAINMENT

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM89

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Anthony Michael siai

Anthony Michael siai

Songwriter

cecilio devon Joseph

cecilio devon Joseph

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Anthony Michael siai

Anthony Michael siai

Producer

Testi

**** ain't boss enough to call shots

Aint pay the cost enough, we know ock

Claim they the wave, but surf the car

Lot, just stop sayin' stay on plot

A **** never been as broke as me, I like that

Fake a amiri wit Temo receipts, besides that

The black skinnies and the grey

The ones I wore to middle school on first days

Block parties and birthdays

**** never had shit, but a hustled and his ratchet

Shoot this motherfucker, make your back flip

Hit this run, run up in your pockets

****, give me what you got, quick

Ooh your chain rock sick? might fuck around and rock this

Too ill, keep my cool still

But do chill, give a fuck how you feel

When the truth peeled, face the truth real

Selfie post that you do still

Who mans this Zoolander with the blue steel

Boom, boom, back, hit a ****, black!

Get to brackin' on a ****, I don't know how to act

Got the demon in me every time I pull it back

Walk up on a **** and his family

Give me this, that, and a baby bag

So I could hustle , or I could take it

But ain't no way, there ain't no way

Ill be out here naked

Now i been trying , I swear

Not to act a fool, but you keep pushin

And you gon find my mood

But there's always one out the crew

Quite few, the ones we used to slap at high school

Sweet as type two, we the type bruise crews

Wrote for a couple who's who, check the youtubes

If **** need a blues clues

Fans got me fucked, yeah, you think I'm one of them

Ill punch you in your face, I am not your friend

If I ask you where you from, better make some sense

Or you gon' be the next **** getting stomped in these timbs

And if the homies here, they jumping in

I been a block boy, a roc boy, hot boy

You seen what I do with the pot, boy

Been seen O.T. settin up shop, boy

Always got it, we ain't never out of stock, boy

Still keep stocks boy, load the car with bangers

Couple flamers riding round, stuffing names in the chamber

If my daughter gotta eat, then it's itchy trickle fingers

Everybody getting robbed, danger, danger, danger

I can hustle, I can hustle

Or I can take it, I can take it

Ain't no way, ain't no way

Ill be out here naked no, no, no

I've been trying, I've been trying

Not to act a fool, but you keep pushin

You gon find my mood

oh, oh, oh

Cause there's always one out the crew

Now you mentioned that music wasn't your first choice as a kid

What would you see yourself doing if you didn't get in the music business

I'd probably still be hustling in the streets around here

Probably in your crib

Written by: Anthony Michael Saia, cecilio devon Joseph

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