20 of the Best Lyrics From Smoke DZA’s ‘Not For Sale’ Album

"My skully game mean, I drop two and a quarter/Alexander Wayne I copped for me and my daughter/She told me for her birthday she wanna go to Bora Bora/Hold up, some place she never seen on Dora the Explorer/That's my baby, she match my aura, make it happen for her/Any means, triple beams schemes for my little queen/I'm talking presence not presents, this is not for sale/I see that hate that you wearing nigga, it fits you well" —Smoke DZA

"It's a Bada$$, Kushed God colossal/We coming through and we hostile/47 deep so everything's getting toppled/Showtime nigga word to James word to goggles/Everybody's fucked like a high-price brothel" —Smoke DZA

"It ain't for purchase gotta take the game in doses/The illest shit don't really get too much promotion/Children of the indigo protect the fortress/Trump got the whole world feeling hopeless/Still I got my chest pokin'/Too much headaches not enough Motrin/Life will have a nigga self frozen/Won't have my self stolen, dough rolling, head first dove in/The flow golden, the wave, the boat rowing" —Smoke DZA

"Really fucking cool, keep it frost/Ain't shit changed but the weather and my drawers/Sour coming out of my pores/Under the tobacco, vanill' of course/I smell like boss, look like wealth/Through that wave, I'm Mike Phelps/You that maid, look like help" —Smoke DZA

"Take credit for the wins and losses/I now what I know, I just search for the reassurance/Niggas dying to be important/Souls get bought quite often/No integrity, what you talking?/All things, offsprings get lost in/The systems of these streets we involved in/Either you crack slinging or balling/The American dream to get rich and the whole hood all in" —Smoke DZA

"Smoking on Cheeba, sipping on Chevis/I'm in the old school, center of Portland like Arvydas/Them niggas tryna style I'm like beat it/It's Bob Marley on my chain not Jesus/Headcrack rolling fuck your fever/Dice game clean up, light-skin joint like Adina/Step out with her fuck the scene up" —Smoke DZA

"Nobu like Wendy's if I want a light meal/If I'm on the bill it's a big fight filled/Really they ain't safe, for fronting they ain't paying for nothing/Man if only you could pawn your ice grill/All my niggas get money its protocol/Watch those before us ball/If I fuck that package up they'd be more appalled/The game got me not feeling shit like Toradol/Gear up take it to all of y'all" —Smoke DZA

"The director, a fly lecture/The bullshit side stepper, seen it coming like 'Nah, heffer'/My gesture, bougie trifectas in Tribeca, yes sir/Time to rep a, Iceberg big, you could spot him like leopard/Effortlessly kill 'em my track record/Blueprint to the cool shit I'm that nigga, etcetera/Cold game, serve like Federer/Wimbledon, winners win, above the head of a simpleton" —Smoke DZA

"No help needed but help wanted/Behind closed doors I'm kept dormant/This game sour like a grapefruit/I treat women like liquor I won't chase you/I keep it brief in case you was wondering/This piece, no puzzling, heat seek like summer in Phoenix/I'm sonning 'em, DMC, like Russ and 'em/Pop Cris', no rushing 'em, show guns, no tucking 'em" —Bodega Bamz

"Say word, you won't tell me what you fake heard/Nothing matter 'cept for you when it's paper/PETA ain't comin' for them bitches, man, that's fake fur/I'll go kill the shit myself and get you laced up/'Cause I just, wanna love you, the way that you wanna be loved/Travel places you ain't too fond of, Patróned up/We fogged up, you long club" —Smoke DZA

"Hopped out the womb, fogged up the room/Flowered the street, watch how it bloom/Roll up repeat, regroup resume/Highlights, premium servants, Kushed God, kill 'em with sermons/Kill 'em in furs and kill em in Sherlin's/Kill it and curve it" —Smoke DZA

"Don't confuse us, we shakers movers/Hotbox Ubers, I don't do hookah/Roofless, like the coupe is/My whole style I done deuced it/Came back on some new shit in my back like a booster/He paid? Dique, my account on Green Bay/My chick like cliché five-star cheap dates" —Smoke DZA

"I gots to find me the cure, I'm starting to get sick of them more/Pardon my back while that full-length just drag on the floor/I wore this shit right out the store/Ain't no better feeling, sick with flow I need Penicillin/This that raw shit that Medellin/Been had your hoe with her legs to ceilings/Show the king how that neck be feeling" —Smoke DZA

"Curve you, gaff your only dude was trendin'/Your own bread up, that's independent/S or F yeah big fat, next one its the get back/Player haters never prosper/Oscar ribeye with the lobster/Little nigga fix your posture/Keep me something looking proper/Resurrected my whole roster" —Smoke DZA

"Bugsey just touched down with like 200 Dickies/I told him pull up to the crib I'll move 150/Sent a kite up to my homie, drove down from Poughkeepsie/All cash give me the loot, nigga it's no Biggie, baby/Seven series I love the dough it's not my achilles/You got to feel me, the profit illy you not gon' kill me/Stop it really y'all too silly to want some drama really/Signing off, King of Gotham City" —Smoke DZA

"She gave me her heart, told me you break it you buy it/She always cool always mellow, made me just trust in the process/Want me to swallow my pride, hoping my ego would digest/I'm like stay humble for what? They take advantage of modest/Running my lane in designer shit don't need no Dry Fit/Niggas be thinking they prophets/Misleading the youth while they profit/Me I'm still tryna process" —Smoke DZA

"Good business I take pride in making great moves/Wear a skully in the summer, yet I stay cool/Knew cats that curved the bag so they could stay true/Been hungry so long they starting to hate food/Heat on me for the bullshit, my Wade move/I was on the 'Lo they was on J. Crew/I was on the dank they was on K2/They was moving eighths, I had eight full" —Smoke DZA

"Barbecue and milldew, you know you done fucked up right? Where's Bill Duke/Fake nigga no matter how you dress it up, it's still you/Make 'em dissapear I'm skillfull/Watch 'em appear, under my field-boot/Can't even trust niggas be out to get you/Don't let your last meal be the hand that fed you/My Mexican homie flip the work good, he used to wrestle/Shit got hot over there he had to refuge" —Smoke DZA

"Try to manage your vibe energy/A fake friend could do more damage than five enemies/Barely see me with beef like Fried Kennedy/But bring your instrument we could have us a live symphony/In a tight alley, weed be like Cali's/Gunplay scenes I squeeze like Mike Lowrey/All you see is sticks and signs a light rally/Red track suit, new Swizz beat, white Bally's" —Vado

"Gather round hustlers, that's if you're still livin'/Get more groupie love than Mike Bivins/Y'all niggas gotta play your role, Taj Gibson/Shoot the whole video set like Benny Boom/Diamonds dancin' all in the light, cash rules/My chick gotta know how to rap, I'm Papoose" —Dom Kennedy