*Yawn*

Man, fuck yall

*Deep inhale and exhale*

Yeah, Uh

The smell of trouble sweep the streets in the summer like waste management (Eughhh)

Nike Air Forces, H&M mannequins

The sunlight channeling, the scent of fresh grass

No lighter, spark a spliff with a magnifying glass (Light that shit)

Mad if im in last, even average anger Grit' a lot (For real)

Running packs in the city covered in pigeon drops (Yeah)

The scent of love, she say I "Hit the spot"

Denims washed, bleach smell what a hell of a cop' (Go)

What a top, what a steal, what is fake and what is real truly? (What's real?)

On the avenue we smell like fifty-proof and feel woozy (Oh shit)

Your whole team smell like nail polish, we grown men

Yall some Lil' Uzi's, I'll show you some real bruises

I smell a familiar scent back when I was smaller (Brought me back)

You know its been a while since I answered to "No Caller" (Hang the shit up)

I used to rep the, Ye' rugby, popped collar (Thought I was sick)

And nowadays the smell just something I ain't fond of (I really ain't)