Headie One

I love my treehouse she calls me a kid
Lord forgive me 4 da fukry n all the bullshit I did
Don't tell me bout grind
I only got gibs on my mind
Quick maths divide it n times
Dis menu comes with no price
Up town big lights real nice dressed up with a pack fam I gotta get mine
Skr dat get round do road do ounce man I done dis 100 times
Yh grams on wells
Gotta stay balanced on the scale
Only what they know they can tell
Dats why I'd rather keep it to myself
What da fuk I don't trust no girl
Man I hardly be trusting myself
Bad habits
Mix business with pleasure to make it
Cut da nose of da long dats make shift
Bill a lato one dats spaceship
You know
Inhale
Free my bro in jail
Exhale
With these bands we gon all excell
You kno
We don't live a fairytale
So if ur looking for b I'm Mel
Still got white on da side like bale
No face No intel
Only sell packs 4 resell

2 Tents dats a maker
In da front seat wit a breakers
We still in portmore like Jamaica
Man can't style me il tape up
I line no make up
How u got tree with no paper
Man will finish khalas 4 da bands
When I'm rich den shit gets safer
Never know how I'm getting mine
Cool for P I jus need more time
Da grind had me losing my mind
It ma 3 2m still reading more signs
Cut those ties
Hold my pockets ain't feeding of guys
I Got tree wit dese tizems.
Still cutting down trees I'm .g

Like Headie I only need one
Fill up a crib wit da skunky
Fuk a kilo gimmi a tonne
I'll show u how it's done g
Both hands on da pumpy
You better not run

Like Headie I only need one
Fill up a crib wit da skinny
Fun a kilo gimmi a tonne
I'll show u how it's gone g
Both hands on da pumpy
You better not run



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