Smoking on Dead Ops

City full of shadows, creeping like a ghost,

Dead ops in the wind, catching all the smoke,

RSK on top, never slipping, always woke,

Enemies fall like dominos, lines never broke.

Block hotter than the devil’s kitchen stove,

Got ice in my veins, bruh, I'm cold as antartic snow,

Paper chasing daily, stack it till it overflow,

RSK reppin' hard, the streets already know.

Ops in my blunt, they burning to ash,

RSK, wrist icy, all about that cash,

Flexing on 'em heavy, our reign won't crash,

Smoking on the haters, puff, puff, pass.

Heard they're plotting, scheming from the dark,

But we light 'em up, torches in the park,

GPS to success, following the chart,

RSK, bullseye, never miss the mark.

Whispers in the alleys, tales of the game,

But we run this court, never fall to the same,

From the bottom to the top, built a steady name,

Smoking dead ops, victory, what a claim.

Ops in my blunt, they burning to ash,

RSK, wrist icy, all about that cash,

Flexing on 'em heavy, our reign won't crash,

Smoking on the haters, puff, puff, pass.