Oh man
Which one of you niggas left the door open
You gon' let that shit all in

Smoke don't clear
Smoke don't clear
Smoke don't clear
The smoke don't clear
Aw man, Smoke don't clear
Think I'm playing nigga, but they don't know
Think I'm paying shit but I don't know
Stop, stop playing with
The smoke don't clear
Stop, stop playing with
The smoke don't clear
Think I'm playing nigga they don't know
Think I'm paying shit but I don't know
Stop, stop playing with
The smoke don't clear
Stop, stop playing with
The smoke don't clear

I got my hands down with plenty more here
Roll that shit, pass out, we got some shit right here
Strap up your own boots, it's all uphill from there
Do what you want but you remember when you stare
I try to move a mountain which is many men
I try to move, nope, that ain't really here
Do what you want to do, the smoke never clear
Strap up your own boots, it's all uphill from here
Too old, retaliate, I'm here
Robot, yo, go ahead, put up a crib
I got my own crew
Been through shit right here
Strap up your own boots, it's all uphill from here
Who knew we're barely just ahead
Well I don't know shit
It really just began
I got my own boots, it's all up in the fear
Do what you want to do, the smoke never clear

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Writer(s): Christopher Taylor, Jordan Groggs, Nathaniel Ritchie, William Corey