Southern Smoke!!!
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[Intro: Drake Talking]
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Yeah. Ren. M.O.F. Haha.
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It's Drake man. It's Drake man.Yeah
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Ayo Ren this that gritty shit here man
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I'ma half to tell them about I been through on this know what I mean
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HO! Southern Smoke!!!
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[Verse 1: Drake]
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Very few give you that truth, it's either they can't do it with lyrics
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Or can't do it in spirit, they cancel what they doing
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The samples that they using, can't get through the clearing
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I'll handle it since they just can't get you to hear it
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My father's early careering forced my parents to split up
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My mother was a teacher, my father was kind of fed up
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With just being a florist, the choir sang his chorus
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And he got back into doing what he was doing before us
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Because money is an issue, your son he gon miss you
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And plus you got a wife at home because mommy still exist too
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Now you looking for exes, you ain't never expect this
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You end up doing time, and me I end up with a step-sis
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Nobody passing judgment, or question where the drugs went
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You know I hold you down because without you, I'd be a wasn't
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And mommy I'ma support her, I keep it all in order
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See her with tears in her eyes or you arrested at the border
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But
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[Chorus: Nickelus F]
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I got stress on my shoulders
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Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is making it colder
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Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
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And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers
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IT'S STRESS MY NIGGA!!!
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I'm just trying to live my life cuz
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Make a little money, find a bunny
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to make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO!
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I'm just trying to live my life cuz
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Make a little money, find a bunny
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to make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO!
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[Verse 2: Drake]
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This is my life, and so the rest is kinda been cool, question what I been through
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I write a verse addressing it, and yes I might offend you
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Picture when I was in school,
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Me being the closest thing to black, and guess what rap music what I was into
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Rest of the kids were sheltered, I never liked to fight
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But when someone called me a "nigger" I'd punch them I couldn't help it
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Now I'm grown I can say what it is
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It's parents that got these Black and Filipino nannies raising they kids
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And your daddy want it very right
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I make you happy, plus I'm Jewish, he don't approve, I think he want you to marry white
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He want Sinatra at the wedding, not Barry White
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Because black is black honey, even if he's very light
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And so I never been for dinner at they places
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Always brutally honest, and so I pin it to they faces
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I live it so the case is, whether Drake is
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Way ahead of his time, or inquisitive and racist
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[Chorus: Nickelus F]
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I got stress on my shoulders
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Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is making it colder
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Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
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And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers
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IT'S STRESS MY NIGGA!!!
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I'm just trying to live my life cuz
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Make a little money, find a bunny to make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO!
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I'm just trying to live my life cuz
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Make a little money, find a bunny to make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO!
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[Verse 3: Drake]
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Am I hot as the rest, should I strive for my spot as the best
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Like girls with Double D's, I gotta lot on my chest
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There's questions that need to be answered that's not on the test
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Instead of staring at quizzes (?) now it's models with breasts
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And yes, when I'm dismissed after a tedious listen
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I sit at home and say I should of been a pediatrician
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Homie, I probably could of been on TV consistent
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An artist like Pablo, or maybe Petey's assistant
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And my mindset is come and get me
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I'm all alone at home with my mom and grandma and ain't nobody running with me
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So, if you got the heart to come in here and kill a lady, daughter, and her grandson
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Nigga get the handgun
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If not, you gon make me call the burbs out in Richmond
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That have you niggas laying out on the curb, they some hitmen
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Last couple of months I done probably been
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Around the world and back, and I don't wanna question half the places Nick been
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[Chorus: Nickelus F (Drake ad-libs)]
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