Smarty Jones - Cleo Reed, Wiki

I’ll win this game this time

I’ll win this game this time

They ask the same questions

«When you gonna get back with Des’n?

Ratking album, will there be a next one?»

Try and test him, feel the pressure

You know it well enough

No, we ain’t well enough to stress it

Detention reach heat senses

It’s released with each measure

That’s a music word

See, I’m musical but not a music nerd

Don’t know how to use the terms

Lot of cats confused and concerned, like

Wik, why you doing the third?

Y’all just wanna see what y’all seen first, but

Y’all ain’t put your feet on my perch

Haven’t seen what I seen, haven’t been through the works

Like a motherfucking sandwich

Everything they threw at me I handled right

These days it’s salmon, candlelight

Baby looking camera right, ready

Brand new like Betty

I’ma move steady while y’all move petty

Y’all still going through the rudimentary

I just put you on and you rude already?

Since day one it’s been the real Wik'

You can hate some but you gotta feel this

I’ll win this game this time

I’ll win this game this time

I’ll win this game this time

They askin' bout tour dates

They ask me to show more face

«Your name Wiki, how I’ma find you on that Explore page?

How you got that Wiki flag on that Dior cape?»

Huh, watch the Dior absorb paint

But you don’t see my ass up on the fourth page

Got the cover, I ain’t wore it in poor taste

'fore that, only fashion I wore was North Face

Catch a wave but what happen when the shore breaks?

Hardly known, now you catchin' a court case?

I’m Smarty Jones at the horse race

Look, you gotta find that horse pace

Wait, last lap, go to first from fourth place

Can’t force fate, can’t stop the inevitable

Can’t look back on the regrettable

Will the label hear more than what is sellable?

I hold it down for every syllable that I’m selling you

I’m telling you, I’m pitiful if not compelling you

But if I ain’t lyrical you ain’t well enthused

How I feel on that day, I’ma let it loose

Whether we rocking, breaking beats, or it’s been a ruse