NO SMOKE

No Smoke”

Yo, Mason Brown, always runnin’ that mouth,

But when the pressure come, you be headin’ down south.

Actin’ like a king but you barely wear the crown,

More like a clown, bro—sit yo’ lil’ self down.

Tryna flex online, but your stats don’t match,

Talkin’ all loud but your game don’t catch.

Sayin’ you real? That’s a comedy show,

More cap in your fit than a graduation row.

Ain’t no smoke if you ain’t got fire,

Fake fuel, you ain’t takin’ me higher.

Mason and Alayia, both playin’ the fool,

Tryna bring heat? I’ma leave y’all cool.

Now Alayia, thinkin’ she the queen of the scene,

But it’s all just makeup and Instagram dreams.

Talk a big game, but you still playin’ small,

Tryna be a star but you barely even crawl.

Drama in your texts, petty like a soap,

Keep that fake love, I don’t need false hope.

You follow the crowd, I lead the pack,

Try to come for me and get sent right back.

This ain’t a game, I don’t play pretend,

Keep my circle tight, I don’t need fake friends.

Y’all move shady, I stay in the light,

Step to me wrong and I’m takin’ that mic.

No hate—just facts, no cap, all truth,

I spit what I live, since way back in youth.

Y’all better chill before you catch this flame,

This ain’t just bars, it’s a whole damn name.