Father Son Holy Smoke
Smino Lyrics

Good riddance
Someone or something that is unwanted or unneeded has been gotten rid of.

Shawty she be comin off the top Like some good writtens Pulpittin'
A woman is rapping freestyle, performing it like good pre-written lyrics and preaching on a pulpit.

Every time I speak, where the deacons? Need a good witness (Preach, nigga)
The singer needs someone to affirm their words and preach alongside them like they are in a church.

Dreams really, hood vivid Daddy want a Chevy with the wood in it Momma, we can pull up in the woods with it Woah, woah, woah
The artist has vivid dreams of wealth and luxury which include his father wanting a Chevy with wood finishes and being able to park it in the woods.

Midnight moon make your whole soul glow Je m'appelle Smino papi yeah Me don't wanna hurt no body, yeah Me just want my people thriving, yeah Kill the cops and starve the culture vultures I'm learning to teach my kids about agriculture F.D.A approving murder burgers The bullets ain't the only thing that hurt us We're really all supposed to serve a purpose
The moon has a wholesome and positive effect on the artist's being. He introduces himself as Smino, the father figure who desires success for his people, while also acknowledging the negative presence of corrupt police and people who exploit black culture. He also wants to teach about agriculture and highlights how the FDA is allowing harmful food industries. He wants everyone to serve a purpose in their community.

Smoke in the mirror I can't see I've just been looking for saline Solutions and ways these ways these days Lay your head down on me baby Coconut oil on my grey tee But it's cool, you know, cause it's you
The singer is using smoke for aesthetics but can't see through the mirror. Instead, he wants to find a solution to his problems. He urges someone to lay their head on him, and coconut oil is on his shirt. He doesn't mind it because he likes the person.

Where I'm from, bro, all we know We get bread, pull up, nigga show me Runnin' up the check like some fucking roshes Ain't about the check, nigga don't approach me You know this ain't nothing new
The singer is from a place where they're accustomed to getting money and showing off. They're getting a lot of money, like the popular shoes. But, if someone is coming solely for the money and not because of genuine interest, he doesn't want to communicate with them. He's used to this behavior.

The cops all capser, slide on fool Clap, clap then cha, cha real smooth Get their PR on the news Oh, lemme stop
The police aren't truthful and instead trick criminals into incriminating themselves. The situation is violent and ends smoothly before the police put it into the news. The artist realizes that he should stop talking.

Hop in the booth and eject the top Thot in the booth, boy, I'm bound to pop Ratchet and righteous, we all we got Shout out my momma, she never judge me Even told me I'm cute when I know I'm ugly Shout the ones all, now only God control me Smoking nowadays, I always need three to hold me
The artist enters the recording studio, and he feels like he's going to do well. He has a good and bad side with the people around him being their own support system. His mother never criticizes him, even when he knows he's not good-looking. The artist is only accountable to God now. He often smokes and needs three to calm him.

Came from the concrete, breakin' the concrete Still on the conquest, feeling incomplete The Father, the Son wit me, I can conquer all things That smoke be so holy I grew up Northside city, you know You really gotta show me for a nigga to know I been 'round the Chi, LA, NY to the bay But Lou' still feel like home
The artist is from a rough area and despite achieving success, still feels incomplete. He finds peace and confidence from religious symbols. Smoking is a holy experience for him. He grew up in a specific community and acknowledges that in order to fully know him, someone needs to be familiar with his neighborhood. He's been to multiple cities but feels most at home in his hometown.

Jackie Chan when I land every time They be saying every line, goddamn They demand a reprise, goddamn Let me hear you one time, say yeah
Every time the singer lands somewhere, he gets the urge to perform. People want him to repeat his rhymes, and he urges the crowd to vocalize their agreement.

Grandma preaching 'bout Ephesians 'Til it beat into our DNA Cuzzo addicted to the liq' Visually it had me thinkin' differently Everybody different, 'cause it ain't like he didn't listen It's just the cards he was dealt out the deck Remy on deck, we lit like a kitchen Free Shorty Blood, Free Unc forever, got life I been bearing with that since a cub Got all this pack on me, this just my luggage Smino stone, miss Angie, my big cousin Stones on the bottom teeth, I put the slugs in That's just religion Shit we've been dreaming since children Been steady appearin' Gearing up Glass glass smeared up Roads clearin' up
The artist's grandmother regularly preached a biblical passage until it became part of their lives. His cousin has an addiction to alcohol, which helped him see the world from a different perspective. They all grew up differently because his cousin took different paths due to the unfair hand he received in life. He has alcohol with him, and he misses his cousin and friend who is in jail for life. He feels this weight from when he was a kid. Stones on his teeth represent his success, and he doesn't mind putting them in because it's natural. Dreaming and imagining their futures have been a part of their childhood. They are all getting ready for success. The artist is wiping his glasses and getting ready to move onto a new chapter in his life.

The Father, the Son The Holy Smoke that cool my mind I found me a bomb That Nova Scotia blew my mind
The singer finds calmness and comfort from smoking, and he's found a fantastic strain that is very potent.

Smoke, smoke, smoke (yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Smoke, smoke, smoke (yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Smoke, smoke, smoke (yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Smoke, smoke, smoke (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
The singer sings about smoking, repeating the word 'smoke' in a call-and-response fashion.