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SMOKE
Hip-Hop/Rap
SMOKE was released on April 4, 2026 by SOLID FOREVA as a part of the album STILL SOLID
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Release DateApril 4, 2026
LabelSOLID FOREVA
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SOLID FOREVA
SOLID FOREVA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devin Jerome Duerson
Devin Jerome Duerson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Devin Jerome Duerson
Devin Jerome Duerson
Producer

Lyrics

I've been thuggin since a young buck.
Pussy **** talking tough, but he ain't never did much.
He never did nothing.
He talking bout getting off drugs, he ain't stepping on a bug.
I can't tell the difference between a pastor and a plug.
I ain't have the V (vehicle) to get there so I hopped up on the bus
I've been on the east, so I gotta keep the 40 tucked
Queen Latifah, he to set it off and set me up.
All I know is inhale, exhale, keep smoking.
I feel like I live in hell
It's a lot of **** smoking, and I'm just focused on my bread, because it's a lot of pussies, loafing don’t let this go go over your head.
I'm trying to leave your shit open.
Gave the pussy boy, a bed , left his body up there, floating
And I keep pass the boy the led because the last time **** choked it every time I see my ex, I know she's soaking.
I gotta let it see me counting bread and not my heartbroken
Speaking on that real shit, it's real shit not from the notes
I speak on that kill shit , but that real shit will get me hope, after all the shit I've been through.
I can't settle for no average joke.
They wonder how I still got that faster and I stacked it slow.
Any **** ever dissed than get get clapped for sure.
They know I'm solid.
I ain't never had the cap to blow.
I ain't even graduate. Ain't never had the cap to show.
I got my GED
That's how I got my cap and gown
I still in the streets with Dracos and a lot of rounds.
Shit, got me paranoid keep heater when I ride around.
A lot of these **** say, won't speak it. End up making it sound.
You wasn't good up in this field, so just stay out of bounds.
Pussy, pussy , just stay out of bounds, just stay out, pull, we fuck around, leave your body, in the I lost the found.
I'm still in my home city.
I'm just out of town.
I ain't gonna never sit up and sit back and let shit happen, wait before that trade happen, tried my own Luka magic, holding on the pain, my own body cant fathom.
Why TUTU HAD TO go out like that shit, tragic.
Everything that made me sad, eventually just made me mad, ain't that just beautiful?
I inflame all of this talent.
I took a break for so long, they probably thought I must stop, but I've been rapping before, I walked to the bus stop.
I bet these next couple songs hit like a gunshot.
Thisb solid forever.
I'm off the top. Ain't no pin drop.
That last **** I hit with Glock, he did the pen drop
All I know it's inhale, exhale, keep smoke.
I feel like I live in here.
It's a lot of **** smoke.
And I'm just pulling for my bread because it's a lot of pussies, little girl, just go over your head.
I'm trying to leave your shit over, get it, put before a bed.
I left his body up there floating.
And I keep past that for the leg because the last time **** choked, every time I see my ex, I know she's soaking I gotta let her see me counting bread and not my heartbroken.
She count bread, not my heart broke.
Written by: Devin Jerome Duerson
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