Southern Trees (feat. Craig Dollas & Tru)
Siid
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Yeah, yeah You can turn the beat up a little bit too Shoutout Carolina, shoutout to the 3-3-6 Yeah... Uh Like How a nigga gonna shine with no lights He so bright, how you rap & don't write but, don't bite I'm a menace, errybody know about business I'm a hitman with the sentence Flex so much this fitness I ain't ever been no witness Siid got the mix on chemist Every record sound so Guiness Surrounded in a circle full of winners & my niggas are my number one contenders Your favorite rapper probably a pretender Juice, nigga what? You a blender Huh Sweet nigga what? You a Splenda Hot as the embers at the end of the blunt Rich as a winner at the end of the month Don't front so they never put me on the back burner Goin' Nat Turner over Nina Simone Freer than a runaway, I think on my own Forever going hard so, I'm never at home I take thrones I consider it the falling of Rome Prone to the green like a gnome in the yard On God Mama say mama sah turn it in to Al-Masad Man for the job turn a squad to a mob Strange fruit is getting harder to dodge When they strangle the truth & promoting the frauds Nigga True I feel like I'm the only hungry nigga left, you feel me A lot of these jokers man, getting lazy man, they get laazzyy Yeah, Yeah All these jokers caught up in the trees, for the green Imma kill'em all in the streets Heard a dolla make'em holla & drop to his knees Please Tell me what a jigga need Strange fruit hanging down from the leaves, please Go & let that young boy breathe Heard his heart on him, by the sleeve With a white T, gold wrist, whip tied up on his feet See my people grinding, got'em caught up in the greed Make'em buck wild On this buckwheat, miss a couple teeth That's a thug smile On a tough mile Counting half past satan, I was A little half past late Momma never want me out On God Pray to the Buddha, Jesus, Alah above all At the pyramid, got ET's all up on call I been meditating While these jive turks steady hating Got the klan up, f*ck F*ck a federation Living life every dayyyy I don't even bother having me a celebration If you ain't sleep, well You probably still inebriated, yeah I be flipping sheets, yeah No wonder why your rap game so abbreviated Hahaha
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