I got the heart of a tobacco farmer
That ain’t seen rain in a couple summers
He place his fate in the God above him
That taught me something (what?)
Plant your seeds and plaugh
Don't go chasing greener pastures
Wait the seasons out
Beat the odds
Called me foreign couldn’t speak the tongue
Really a loner but I belonged when the speakers on
On Eastern shores where my seed was sown
Not home grown If you agree culture
Superseeds like GMOs
Mum was dirt poor
Came from the soil
Struggled year after year like Burna Boy
She cultivated a sterner approach
You don't deserve, you earn it or dont
You nurture observe and report
From worker to boss adhoc
I wasn't spared the havoc
I rose from hard rock
From have nots in bad blocks
To cash crops from live stock
Catch me at the night spot
I smoke a Cuban in 60 minutes
What took 'em a couple years building
I finish in one sitting
You don't listen for 60 minutes
You look at the numbers they streaming
And think it is not hitting
Can't argue with accounting
Yeah you got me
But on another hand ain't no flaws in this construction
It aint luxury if just sold to the public
They don't want if it's in the mall stores in the township
They renounce it cuz they can buy it
Rather get the Prada with the logo lopsided
Wanna get admired on a low unrequited
Never cut a wire or a rope when you can untie it
That's why my rapping like a calling
Inspite the fact they ignored
Like the back of a tobacco packet warning
The path I charted taught me
Every chapter was important
Gotta factor the type of bag you after
Ain't in the morgue
This fast life got my peers living half lives
Out of control,
I am a cornissour get the last laugh belly roll
Hella smoke in my Winston Churchill mode
No bull dog been here longer than Castro
Habano handrolled
No Phillie blunt smoke
Son grown
In them pyramids like a pharaoh
Smell the aroma can tell I am on ya
From the ammonia
One look at them wrappers
Cut and dried I am smoke em
That's why we go slow saver every toke
Blow heavy scented smoke
Give credit to every grower
The perfect rollers
The master blenders and then the owners
You gone know us for crafting letters into a opus
That’s why I am Stog bitch!
