D Smoke Feat. SiR - Common Sense

Lyrics

Uh, hate ain't worth a dollar, and a lie ain't worth a cent, so
Who you workin' for, who you represent?
Hate ain't worth a dollar, and a lie ain't worth a cent, so
Who you workin' for, who you represent?

What if what you believe don't  what you perceive on a beach
With bikinis, butt shots and lust
Havin' trust is a reach like Abdul Kareem
Life on your heels, a pair of Louboutins
Louboutins make good fuel for things
Project livin' good, main assistance
Knife on your  don't cut through the cheese
Made the blazetrails and cut through the leaves
Stuck to my dream, like, fuck you beneath
Missionnary, it's a scary leap
Prison carry many burried seeds
Mother Mary, son donе made a visionnary
Had to kick her belly, see fit
Past is black and out of stylе
'Cause bound to style, could put through the bond family tree, preach

I keep some weed for all my visitors
I keep some drank too, too
They roll that leaf and slur their sentences
That shit be dank too
But what's the price we pay for common sense?
What's the price we pay for common sense
Or that grain we go against?
What's the price we pay for common sense?
What's the price we pay for common sense?
Incoming
[Interlude 1: Woman Speaking]
That's why I don't fuck with 
Swear all I need is me, some tree, and you know
A little bit of 
And I know, a small dose is a poison
But I swear if I listened to people, I wouldn't have peace

These niggas sound like the feds
Stil there's a price on my head, for playing my position
Half of my heart been mislead, the other part get depression
But I halfway listen
Do-re-mi, faithfully
But lately I hate to see the patience it be takin' me to sit still
Would it kill me if I was 
Apologize, spoke too soon
That rose aimin' at an open wound
That rose aimin' at an open wound
The  and the 

I still got weed for all my visitors
I keep some drank too, too
They roll that leaf and slur their sentences
That shit be dank too
But what's the price we pay for common sense?
What's the price we pay for common sense
Or that grain we go against?
What's the price we pay for common sense?
What's the price we pay for common sense?
Incoming?
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

It seem like
The more sane I try to be, the more insane I feel, but
The more I embrace how different I am
The more everything makes sense