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that we didn't do yet

Thinking bout you ever since you left

Cause like money tree girl you make me wanna swing through cheques
Honey bee i've got

your cubicle 
Niggas gettin high off residuals
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We smoke a lot of the pot
High keep on climbing

that I can settle the bills
And plant my family on an island like a coconut tree to just chill
You see a nigga built for the kill from the get go
A lion

Sometimes the Kool-Aid was sour, our tea was never sweet
But we still held it down though, now watch me climb my family tree

Ready for the race, as I pick up

cause I flex what my residual do (residual do)
I'm the last man standing, I done took out a few (I done took out a few)
85s I can manage, all I need is

every single time
Ima run to get yods
Underneath the tree of gods
We defyin' all the odds
Promo frenzy hittin' quads

Like asking fish about a tree climb
So rhetorically
So act accordingly
Or find residual dust from a Cheeto on your cheetah floor piece
Hold the door

think that we can work out
Cause she heard about my residuals
Well the lid is closed, sealed off
Opportunity, peeled off left for dust
My home boy said,

Too busy trying to cement my role as a God
When I rush more I'm told
It don't come in quads
You got to decide
This what you really want?
That means

Like Rambo
I'm Just Ryan
I'm the cream of the crop
We could plug yo whole quad
We bring the p's to the block
& you ain't gotta worry bout
How much money

don't think you could my nigga.
Don't get splintered tryna bark up the wrong tree my nigga.
What happens when I'm gone?
I wonder what they'll say about

(Wildin')
Finna go hit up the car plug and cop me a SRT
So much energy don't need no Starbucks, I'm smoking on Lemon Tree
Sippin' on Hennessy, need me

pass ya bitch John Stockton
Alley-Oop to the team Fuck with us hit ya spleen
Ducking dodging serving fiends
Beat got me feeling mean
Tree got me feeling

pave your way a route
Put up digits, stack residuals
That's how you stack amounts
I put the za up in the wood
And now my head up in the clouds
And I know

Rub it in like lotion or alcohol in a fresh wound
Paler than the moon smelling like residual sesh fumes

In the restroom skipping stoner cutting class

Done His Dance

Bugzy Malone

Done His Dance

2018

there's minimal talking and dialogue
What can a squadron do, nobody gets caught in the fog
Watch the super-bike, watch the quad
'Cause man will have

my "Family Ties" exist in different industries
And in my family tree
We focus on finer things
I'm so happy bout my team
They make money obsolete
I feel

And do the same stunts
Performed by the
Simple individuals
That makes you typical bum
I do this for fun
Not for the residuals
But it would be real

stitches
I'm getting money out the tree y'all niggas getting switches
Similar to Nas, I need a mic though
Chop the bread up, Tae Kwon Do
They pass me

trap move keys
Grab on the leaf
When I'm wrapping my tree
And I'm happily me
So tabs for the green
Attacking any man who coming for my one spot
One shot

the cream
Bless the team
M3's on the scene
Ride with me
By the sea
Lively breeze
Dine and tree
Alive and free
Do you feel me
Feel like a star in my dream car

a ritual, uh
I told God I wanna live for You, but
It's hard to live righteous when it costs residual cuts
And plus, for my faith, I face ridicule, but
In

Lets shit on the booth...
Fingertips are full of Tree Sap, I been climbing heights
The man I'm tryna make sure that I be that the night I die
Moving

And bout my brothers, bitch it's war
I won't sign no treaties
Smoking on tree leaves (gas)
And I'm popping up on your TV
(Yuh, Aye)
Tapping in with that real