Tree People

Cruisin in a buick regal full of tree people
Puffin cohibas listenin to the beetles
We don't need a heater but we keep it under the seat or
Let gucci hold it back, long tee, so you can't see em

Ain't a rapper imma poet, imma flip the script
But i ain't sellin bars unless i sell this
So i guess i'm sellin life like i'm donatin jizz
Got em thinkin that i sold my soul for talkin devilish, what?

They ask a lot of questions, i don't give a lot of answers
Rollin os of chem dawg like i'm curin cancer
Busting nuts on stomachs of belly dancers from the hamptons
In a hampton inn, started gettin wild once they seen the camera

Mighta lost my voice, but i'll never lose myself
Might fall off but i'll never ask for help
Might take a L but i'll never trip out
Come right back up like the kid never left, woah
Mighta lost my voice, but i'll never lose myself
Might fall off but i'll never ask for help
Might take a L but i'll never trip out
Come right back up like the kid never left, damn

I'm sippin lean cause I'm actually sick, not even... whatever

Ex drug addict addict i was rollin before puberty
Trappin out my middle school, money's nothin new to me
Dad got mad he in his 30s couldn't stunt on me
Sellin out my granny crib cause he ain't got a house for me
Tell her Ronda Rousey me. beat my ass n yell at me
Can't leave the house without risking a couple felonies
Can't get aroused without chokin her out excessively
I can barely wake up without smokin pot on a balcony

All i'm tryna say is that my lifestyle jiggy widdit
Lil hood-hippie widdit, taste too expensive
Biggie smalls hit the nail on the head, he said ashy to classy
Now ashxs is flashy, heart like gatsby
Might accidentally catch a body while gettin nasty
But i'll never get caught, get it tossed like her salad
Now i'm gettin hungry bouta take myself to dinner
At that restaurant in dallas where the room keeps spinnin, woah

Woah



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Writer(s): Coltyn Safford
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