Is, This Cigarette Lyrics – Mick Jenkins
Honestly, I doubt it if I only seen it on the Internet
Lot of niggas bred, not a lot of niggas thorough
How this thing that I love gon’ *** me, is this, cigarettes
Is it nicotine
Where my niggas at
Making something of themselves placing bigger bets
We got bigger fish to filet we ain’t laying up
Don’t give ’em that *** from the free throw, niggas *** hacks?
Got the simulation glitching *** we busting back
Now they leaning in to listen, got the baritone
Still a couple niggas drowsy off the [?] pack
I’m feeling energies I’m even peeping pheromones
I’m screening enemies like casting calls for Marvel flicks
Brought water to drink, brought water to gargle with
If it was salt water most at the surface like some snorkel ***
I’m in the dark water it’s black and white just like the orcas is
Killing ***, Darth Vader even with the force
These niggas forcing it
Art paid us even with the failure, know I’m fortunate
Raw papers twisting up these joints, I’m no contortionist
Star gazer, look up at the sky and know it’s more than this
*** on niggas flows I’m Mr. Porcelain, please pardon me
Salt shakers for the seasoning it ain’t no salt in me
Sharp razors in my company they not just ornaments
Far greater with my niggas, what’s the coordinates
Honestly, I doubt it if I only seen it on the Internet
It’s a lot of niggas bred, not a lot of niggas thorough
How this thing that I love gon’ *** me, is this, cigarettes
Is it nicotine
I was hotboxing the stain back at the gang way
I been chain smoking no chains just shorty namesake
I been lane switching I ain’t switching the frame rate
Iron chef cooking you can’t stay in the same kitchen
Whip it left handed my aim steady I can’t sway
Bass clef branded they know that I keep it low key
Eight packs legend I can’t stress it enough though
*** born from pain, I remember when I would hit purp up for that quarter thang
Got that *** off my shoulder like a halter top
[?] the type of *** to cop Baltic ave
Been picking up the type of *** I ought to drop
On my Andre *** I might just go and grab a flute
‘Cause flipping your *** for the mob is how they often flop
I gave ’em water and I heard someone talking flutes
A noble savage I can turn into Chernobyl if I drop this nuke
Honestly, I doubt it if I only seen it on the Internet
It’s a lot of niggas bred, not a lot of niggas thorough
How this thing that I love gon’ *** me, is this, cigarettes
Is it nicotine