Video Beyond Spiritual Ft Flying Lotus Wiz Khalifa Big Krit Currensy de Smoke Dza 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Smoke Dza - Beyond Spiritual Ft Flying Lotus Wiz Khalifa Big Krit Currensy Lyrics

"Beyond Spiritual" lyrics Smoke DZA & Flying Lotus Lyrics "Beyond Spiritual"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa, Big K.R.I.T. & Curren$y)

Ladies and gentlemen
Just in case you are dumb, deaf, blind, stupid or let's just assume poor
My name is Maxwell Jacob Freeman
And you are listening to Smoke DZA's album, you are welcome!
His flow's betters, his rhyme scheme's better
His clothes are better, his weed's better
He rolls joints fatter than your momma's titty!
He's Smoke DZA, and he's the greatest rapper that ever lived
And he's better than you, and you know it
But he damn sure ain't better
Than the longest-reigning AW world champion of all time! M.J.F
Ahem, silence, as I burn more herb
Palo santo in the air, bigger bag to splurge
When big bank is in the room, lil' bank don't say a word, yeah
This is reserved for the elites (Heh, RFC)
Only the elites
They did the same thing to Jesus
Ten thousand hours later, we still making believers
Pray for 'em, then light up a little more reefer

Uh, master sermons, Kush God for the lyrical (Right)
Roll up a Lizzo, it's about to get spiritual
God bless, lil' nigga slide to the far left
You can't find this sweater on Farfetch
Nothin' is far-fetched, (Uh) giants in the gang, it's a bar check
Almost didn't make it out of that car wreck
But fuck it, we all set, roll dice gambled on large debt (Uh)
Doubled up my worth, that's a tall flex
Scars like a war vet, niggas try to run but ain't crawl yet
House money, I'm taking all bets (Really)
Them West Coast trips were sweet, got some paper there (Uh)
Saying grace over the plates, praying they make it here (Uh)
Whole bunch of Hail Marys and God willings (God willings)
Put insurance on everything, it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings)
We all chilling, you tryna keep the real of that, it's marketed (Uh)
Drop the body, roll the carpet in

Master sermons, one time for the lyrical
Roll up a Lizzo, it's about to get spiritual
Right, it's about to get spiritual
Uh, it's about to get–, uh
Master sermons, one time for the lyrical
Roll up a Lizzo, it's about to get spiritual
Right, it's about to get spiritual
Big K.R.I.T shawty, uh

No weapon shall prosper, gospel did promise me that
When the world full of demons, it's hard not to wanna be strapped
It's hard not to wanna ball when they calling you cap
Lord, I know materials don't mean nothing but these diamonds tap
Dance and shine (Dance and shine)
I know this Caddy ain't a chair, but it swang the line (Swang the line)
I let you have the wheel, them late nights with my seat recline (My seat recline)
Wipe my eyes below and flesh control my mortal mind (Mortal mind)
No admission for a queen and left a crown behind (A crown behind)
For a moment to only curl the toes
After words, searching the highs and low for something to peel my soul
Looking up at the heavens, send me a message when there's no where to go
Show me a sign, I need your praise and Lord, forgive me for doing the most
Krizzle

Master sermons, one time for the lyrical
Roll up a Lizzo, it's about to get spiritual
Right, it's about to get spiritual
Uh, it's about to get–, uh
Master sermons, one time for the lyrical (Hey)
Roll up a Lizzo, it's about to get spiritual (Yeah)
Right, it's about to get spiritual
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da

Bitch, my rims poking out, fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
I'm him, ain't no doubt (Ain't no doubt) vintage bands poking out
Hide it in the gumbo pot
Just brought a loft in Dumbo, let my ho hold it down
Real nigga in the house (Shh, shh)
Not a sound, try that how? (Try that how?)
Saw it through, we counting it up right now (Counting it up right now)
Yeah, we dividing it up right now (Right now)
I might spend my cut right now, acres on the farm ground
Back of the Rolls-Royce I'm riding 'round, rolling up by the pound
In power lowriders, I'm used to crowds, they like circus clowns
This Andretti, you knew that already (Knew that already)
I won't post no pics and say no slick shit 'bout you 'cause I'm not petty ('Cause I'm not petty)
The homegirls want me to watch them do they yoga stretches (They yoga stretches)
'72 Nova Chevy, 383 motor heavy
You can't catch me, you know better than you bet me (Nyoom)
Test me, and you'll get roasted, professionally

Since I was young
I always knew that I was gonna be somebody, be somebody (Be somebody)
Since I was young
I always knew that I was gonna be somebody, be somebody (Be somebody)

On our way to my crib, even though I don't invite her
Open the garage, make room for my Spyder
Love my old shit, but my new shit tighter
Chrome Heart pants with the Chrome Heart lighter
Niggas fly, then they try say they retired
Limited editions, knees kick is expired
See what I'm rockin', be like, "Man that shit fire!"
To get what I get, a certain knowledge is required
My young niggas driving Demons, smokin' out the tires
I'm hitting up the owner for that new Celine attire
You going out to dinner and your card get declined
Another show, another five-hundred thousand wired
You been doing real bad since COVID, I can tell
Balenciaga jacket or a Michael YSL
Can tell it's my jet by the number on the tail
Can tell it's my luggage by the Baccarat smell

Nigga, Taylor Gang the world
RFC, la-da-da, da-da-da