Second Hand Smoke

Oh, it’s a cold world
Don’t let yourself be corrupted!
Be yourself! Life’s second hand smoke!
Huh, life’s second hand smoke, thoughts of being a criminal
Far from being a doctor, my opera is singing
Around here it’s just me, buddy Ricky and Cameron
Mean when I heard nobody is anything scared them
Eleven, body street call, outside of the stream, though
Where all the niggas sell pounds, next week riding in three lows
Carrying two hundred, not dollars, thousands
No time for restrooms, you’re the size of the house is
Bring a pack to big homie, sit down, let’s count it
Odd in here, go by something for your housing
No spin it up, live it up, somebody rob you, just give it up
Don’t be selfish, appoint your niggas
Find something to split it up!
Ain’t even got to smoke to get faded
You ain’t gotta drink to say you made it
Oh na na, second hand smoke
No I don’t want no second hand smoke!
I ain’t worried about you, I’m a do what I like
My niggas keep it real, we ain’t living the life
Ain’t thinking with the second hand smoke
Ain’t no time for the second hand smoke
Yeah, yeah, life’s a second hand smoke, thoughts of being a criminal
Money needs, I should find a few girls and start pimping them
How should I ask, when I do it they handle it
Never mind, I go to like pimping and pondering, uh!
And I can’t do it to it’s record deals
I made it here in A team and Mr. Record Still
Follow up, the real hits me bottled up!
Used to snick soda and make dollar cups
And still never got enough, huh!
Ain’t even got to smoke to get faded
You ain’t gotta drink to say you made it
Oh na na, second hand smoke
No I don’t want no second hand smoke!
I ain’t worried about you, I’m a do what I like
My niggas keep it real, we ain’t living the life
Ain’t thinking with the second hand smoke
Ain’t no time for the second hand smoke