Letra de Park Bench Blues - Smoke DZA & The Smokers Club

(Feat. The Smokers Club, Curren$y)

Like Spike Lee and Wesley Snipes on the bench

Sounds like some shit from Jungle Fever or some shit

Uh, yeah

Swear you would think Spike Lee was sitting right next to me

On that park bench when I wrote this rhyming movie script

But it's all true, this is a recount of real events

I present a way to make cocaine from these ink pens

I sink in to that Bentley interior feeling superior

Competition is none, they inferior

Andretti, ya emperor, ninja kicking dust

Up into the eyes rendering you defenseless, bruh (Wah)

All of my spaceships is rimmed up

Smokin' on the balcony, car valet to pull three of my Benzes up

I can't decide which one to ride

Call two of my main guys, we bring 'em all out at the same time

Emblems lookin' like peace signs when we slide

South Beach, Miami, New Orleans, Eastside

You never seen it though, because you always inside

I'm in the street like the reflectors in the white lines (In the white lines)

La-da-da, da-da, da-da (Uh)

La-da-da, da-da, da-da (Really?)

La-da-da, da-da, da-da (Kush God, bitch)

Me and top shelf pot, that's a love story

Puff-puff in Cullinans, moving luxury

Every two-hunnid I make, I gotta tuck forty

Have two M's saved, the time I touch forty

Holla negativity, get the fuck off me

Already doused in silver mountains, spent enough on creed

Drought comin', what the flux gon' be

Everybody got it now, but when it's up you'll see

I got a license for these dope sales, yeah

I'm catchin' packages like Odell, yeah

You know I gotta feed my folks well

When it's over, they gon' speak 'bout me in folktales (Right)

Rightfully, legend in the game like Willy

Legend in my lane, type chilly

Aight, really, hold on, let me ISO

These niggas cappin' and they yappin' like it's really lifegoals

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