Cover art for Smoke by Meechy Baby

Smoke

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Smoke Lyrics

[Intro]
(Uno got the streets goin' crazy)
Meechy Baby, Meechy Baby
Uh, Meechy Baby (It's Meechy Baby)
Ayy, who is Meechy? (I told 'em PJ got the tracks, it's Meechy Baby)
Huh, huh, real nigga, long

[Chorus]
Once you tell me you gon' ride for a nigga
4KTrey, you down to die for a nigga
Nobody safe, you down to lie for a nigga
Two twenty-threes, them bullets flyin' at a nigga
Too many problems with my baby mama
Beefin' with my baby mama
On the phone with NDS, he got me ventin' to my mama
I'm just tryna raise my son, I ain't tryna be a problem
What you don't realize, I'm still sellin' food in a bottle

[Verse]
First hundred thousand dollars, I still ain't move out the bottom
Talkin' child support, fuck that child support, you know I got you
Only time I see my son on FaceTime, I watch him smile
I'm tryna see him grow up, I'm tryna see him go to college
Got me dealin' with depression, lately, I ain't rеally been smiling
Tryna drop a bag, homicide, tryna catch a body
All of this pain that I go through, I got devil inside mе
I been thinkin' violent, speak on me and I'm droppin' it
Ridin' 'round the city talkin' murder with my partner, yeah
Mouth full of golds, but you don't never see me smilin', yeah
Cutthroat like I'm Simba, my partner, he'll slime me, yeah
He might shoot me in my back for my gift and 'cause I'm grindin', yeah
I wouldn't trust my own blood, I see through all that Spalding, yeah
He'll kill me for this heroin, kill me for these Roxys, yeah
But I'm a grimy-ass nigga, yeah, you know that I'm on now
Little C just called my phone and say, "You got another warrant," yeah
Baby mama callin' my phone flexin', I ain't even on that
I'm just tryna be a good daddy, you trippin', why you on that?
I'm just tryna raise my son
I'm just tryna raise my son
[Chorus]
Once you tell me you gon' ride for a nigga
4KTrey, you down to die for a nigga
Nobody safe, you down to lie for a nigga
Two twenty-threes, them bullets flyin' at a nigga
Too many problems with my baby mama
On the phone late night, and I'm arguin' with my baby mama
I ain't tryna beef with my baby mama
I still got love for my baby mama

[Outro]
All that shit that we done been through, all that shit that we done did
Everything changed since we done had a kid
Say we gon' coparent, shit, it is what it is
I want my son in the same house, I wan' watch him grow and live
I want that love like Aunt Viv and Uncle Phil
Yeah, fuck Baton Rouge, I wanna raise him in Beverly Hills
But this ain't no sitcom, this real life, this shit real (This real life, this shit real)
This real life, this shit real
Real life, this shit real (Meechy Baby)

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