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Mick Jenkins feat. JID – Smoke Break-Dance video

2023/07/07

Mick Jenkins – Smoke Break-Dance (Feat. JID, Prod. By Stoic) [Official Music Video]

Mixed & mastered by Introts
Shot & directed by Andre Muir (Smuggler)

Lyrics:
Mick Jenkins Verse
Uhh

And I keep rolling up
And I keep rolling up
We blow it down
We blowing up
Hot air in me we going up
Still it’s
No feet going up
fees going up
We pouring up
We throwing up gang signs

Trees going up in flames find us a forest fire every smoke break
We opened up wespace nigga we gave art hang time
He tryna reclaim time
We finna rebuild no Home Depot wit us
People wit us
That come from the FaceTime
Lowkey like the baseline
Got smoke and I keep rolling up

Back to back baby

Yea I keep rolling up
Keep getting high
Beats getting low
We getting by
I can’t complain
I wouldn’t know
How to make you feel me
I know they can smell me tho
I know they can see a motherfucker coming from a mile away
I ain’t sending smoke signals big smoke send signals either way don’t it
Put an eight in it
Muthfucka got some weight on it
And some wax in it
Don’t play wit it
All the way from concentrate wit it
Juiced like Fresh OJ it’s the tangie that
I stay wit
Soon as they hit it
I keep rolling up
We blow it down
We blowing up
Hot air in me we going up
Still it’s
No feet going up
Fees going up
We pouring up
We throwing up gang signs

Hot boxing this smoke got hangtime

And I keep rolling up
And I keep rolling up

JID Verse
Uh
I roll this one for the road, two for the show, three for the dough
345 got a 50 piece from the wing spot (Ge-Ge-Ge-Geeked out my mind)
And I’m coming back with food and some ganja
But it’s only me and you in this place
Just a little bitty piece of weed will make a nigga feel like he ain’t going off the deep
And I ain’t even been to sleep in about a week, didn’t even think about it
We was at the bottom, I was guided by the beats, guided by the guns, guided by the streets
Where the money said he got it by the week, we get it dog, got em by a leash
Try to find a little piece, but the mystery to me is unsolved
Take a breather, hit the reefer, smoke cough through the blunt fog
Got a stash full of big gas, I could tell you what they run for
But I don’t trap so it won’t matter, everybody do a blunt toast like the white folks when they clink glasses
Told my nigga add the fronto, so I move slow but I think faster
12 knocking at the front door, shh, be quiet keep passing it
I don’t wanna see nobody that I know or love laying in a deep casket
But through all the stress and madness a nigga keep rolling up

Mick Jenkins Verse
Gotta figure that the problem niggas got is mental
Lotta niggas figure shit is only incidental
Go figure im keep smoking this tree
Roll one mo up why not 3