Letra de Beyond Spiritual - Smoke DZA & Flying Lotus

(Feat. Flying Lotus, Wiz Khalifa, Big K.R.I.T., Curren$y)

Ladies and gentlemen

Just in case you are dumb, deaf, blind, stupid or let's just assume poor

My name is Maxwell Jacob Freeman

And you are listening to Smoke DZA's album, you are welcome!

His flow's betters, his rhyme scheme's better

His clothes are better, his weed's better

He rolls joints fatter than your momma's titty!

He's Smoke DZA, and he's the greatest rapper that ever lived

And he's better than you, and you know it

But he damn sure ain't better

Than the longest-reigning AW World Champion of all time! M.J.F

This is reserved for the elites (Heh, RFC)

Only the elites

They did the same thing to Jesus

Ten thousand hours later, we still making believers

Pray for 'em, then light up a little more reefer

Uh, master sermons, Kush God for the lyrical (Right)

Roll up a Lizzo, it's about to get spiritual

God bless, lil' nigga slide to the far left

You can't find this sweater on Farfetch

Nothin' is far-fetched, (Uh) giants in the gang, it's a bar check

Almost didn't make it out of that car wreck

But fuck it, we all set, roll dice gambled on large debt (Uh)

Doubled up my worth, that's a tall flex

Scars like a war vet, niggas try to run but ain't crawl yet

House money, I'm taking all bets (Really)

Them West Coast trips were sweet, got some paper there (Uh)

Saying grace over the plates, praying they make it here (Uh)

Whole bunch of Hail Marys and God willings (God willings)

Put insurance on everything, it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings)

We all chilling, you tryna keep the real of that, it's marketed (Uh)

Drop the body, roll the carpet in

Master sermons, one time for the lyrical

Roll up a Lizzo, it's about to get spiritual

Right, it's about to get spiritual

Uh, it's about to get–, uh

Master sermons, one time for the lyrical

Roll up a Lizzo, it's about to get spiritual

Right, it's about to get spiritual

Big K.R.I.T shawty, uh

No weapon shall prosper, gospel did promise me that

When the world full of demons, it's hard not to wanna be strapped

Cause it's hard not to wanna ball when they calling you cap

Lord, I know materials don't mean nothing but these diamonds tap

Dance and shine

I know this Caddy ain't a chair, but it swang the line

I let you have the wheel, them late nights with my seat recline

Wipe my eyes below and flesh control my mortal mind

No admission for a queen and left a crown behind

For a moment to only curl the toes

After words, searching the highs and low for something to peel my soul

Looking up at the heavens, send me a message when there's no where to go

Show me a sign, I need your praise and Lord, forgive me for doing the most

Master sermons, one time for the lyrical

Roll up a Lizzo, it's about to get spiritual

Right, it's about to get spiritual

Uh, it's about to get–, uh

Master sermons, one time for the lyrical (Yeah)

Roll up a Lizzo, it's about to get spiritual (Yeah)

Right, it's about to get spiritual

La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da

Bitch, my rims poking out, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

I'm him, ain't no doubt (Ain't no doubt) vintage bands poking out

Hide it in the gumbo pot

Just brought a loft in Dumbo, let my ho hold it down

Real nigga in the house (Shh, shh)

Not a sound, try that how?

Saw it through, we counting it up right now

Yeah, we dividing it up right now

I might spend my cut right now, acres on the farm ground

Back of the Rolls-Royce I'm riding 'round, rolling up by the pound

In power lowriders, I'm used to crowds, they like circus clowns

This Andretti, you knew that already

I won't post no pics and say no slick shit 'bout you 'cause I'm not petty

The homegirls want me to watch them do they yoga stretches

'72 Nova Chevy, 383 motor heavy

You can't catch me, you know better than you bet me (Nyoom)

Test me, and you'll get roasted, professionally

Since I was young

I always knew that I was gonna be somebody, be somebody

Since I was young

I always knew that I was gonna be somebody, be somebody

On our way to my crib, even though I don't invite her

Open the garage, make room for my Spyder

Love my old shit, but my new shit tighter

Chrome Heart pants with the Chrome Heart lighter

Niggas fly, then they try say they retired

Limited editions, knees kicks is expired

See what I'm rockin', be like, "Man that shit fire!"

To get what I get, a certain knowledge is required

My young niggas driving Demons, smokin' out the tires

I'm hitting up the owner for that new Celine attire

You going out to dinner and your card get declined

Another show, another five-hundred thousand wired

You been doing real bad since COVID, I can tell

Balenciaga jacket or a Michael YSL

Can tell it's my jet by the number on the tail

Can tell it's my luggage by the Baccarat smell

Nigga, Taylor Gang the world

RFC, la-da-da, da-da-da

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