Treehouse Freestyle
I be talking all that shit like I got halitosis
These hoes appear inside the club I called them hocus-pocus
Working round the clock on the daily stuck in motion
Your raps been sounding mighty dry you better grab the lotion
And if you took offense, man it's only because the shoe fits
Niggas trying to make a rap career off of loose cigs
Grab a notebook and a pencil I can show you how we do this
They think I happened overnight they asking who's the new kid?
Stack up in one night what you made in your whole career
As a kid I sipped the lean, now I'm older I'm with the beer
I remember acting like a know it all I see it clear
Couldn't tell if they respect me or if I'm their biggest fear
Used to chill with all my rap homies, but now the room is spacious
Always knew I'd be the best I know it sounds a little Hiatus
Now it's 2024 don't fuck with niggas like I'm racist
I'm a self-made man it was hard to feel amazing
Pack of RAW's up in my pocket bitch I'm always in the headspace
Cut the circle down to three I swear I don't got time for deadweight
I'm a demon in the flesh I feel like Chucky yelling let's play
Call me Stoid I'm on their ass, so let's see who's got the next say
These hoes appear inside the club I called them hocus-pocus
Working round the clock on the daily stuck in motion
Your raps been sounding mighty dry you better grab the lotion
And if you took offense, man it's only because the shoe fits
Niggas trying to make a rap career off of loose cigs
Grab a notebook and a pencil I can show you how we do this
They think I happened overnight they asking who's the new kid?
Stack up in one night what you made in your whole career
As a kid I sipped the lean, now I'm older I'm with the beer
I remember acting like a know it all I see it clear
Couldn't tell if they respect me or if I'm their biggest fear
Used to chill with all my rap homies, but now the room is spacious
Always knew I'd be the best I know it sounds a little Hiatus
Now it's 2024 don't fuck with niggas like I'm racist
I'm a self-made man it was hard to feel amazing
Pack of RAW's up in my pocket bitch I'm always in the headspace
Cut the circle down to three I swear I don't got time for deadweight
I'm a demon in the flesh I feel like Chucky yelling let's play
Call me Stoid I'm on their ass, so let's see who's got the next say
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Writer(s): Justin Pillette
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