Red Smoke

They said I’d drown, now I float on the vapor  

Red smoke in my crown, got the haters in labor  

I don’t do clout, I just clout with the paper  

Red smoke in the drought, make the drought do a favor  

Came with a doubt, now the doubt do the labor  

Red smoke in my mouth, got the truth with a chaser  

I don’t do friends, I do ends that are greater  

Red smoke in the lens, make the frame look straighter  

Vroom in the night, leave the night looking later  

Red smoke in the fight, got the bite with a razor  

I don’t do time, I just time with the flavor  

Red smoke in the rhyme, make the line do a favor  

They want the shine, but they shine come with danger  

Red smoke in the grind, got the mind doing labor  

I don’t do rest, I just rest with the paper  

Red smoke in the chest, make the stress get a waiver