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Just like the smooth Rhodes This is a new Road I'm tryna see how the cruise goes Your shit is fools gold No colder Than the bowl Ripper My zipper Down When I roam Through My home Bitch I wouldn't wanna be around When the chrome itch Don't pitch Me a throw If I'm not open Don't bitch Just grow Up not down Town Wanna drown me Or crown me It fluctuates Upstate I can cop Me a pound For the ground low Or I can get a brown Bag full of old E See P-Tree Resourceful Got a whole list Twist O's quick No crack Just wholesome Foliage No longer Nomadic But my home switched And my homies dipped shit I'll find my way back I find my way back To the path Once traveled Axe In hand Can't ask Your man To find mе Cause my plan In action Back when Jason Had the subi Back bеfore You knew The real me These feelings Packed into Me Now that You withdrew Em Haven't even talked To homie Since I saw that he was going Through a tough Time Fucked up Tryna hit his ass up But to no fruition Missing Shit from my past sucks And I gotta keep My glance On the mission Gotta keep persistent That I'm gonna get the bad Luck On the low side Tryna stay high As I can While my eyes Open Ever since I had The pine Cone nugs To the hydro Plug Drugs Besides Weed Weren't for me But I tried em And I lied To you love And the Price Of the thrill Was to kill us Stop us in our tracks Imma roll up what Till I got Me the mindset Desired Imma keep it How I live Peaking Never seemed Like it could be acquired I'm roll up them spliffs Imma smoke all day bitch Wait I already said that shit Short term memory In the damn garbage The damage Ain't the type To be fixed with a bandage Right Mixed Feelings Handle it Night After night With a knife In my hand Stray From the plan Stay Away Standing Can't put ace On your face Or behind It Time Is the guy Said to be reliant On I am Gone Drawn Out When the sun down Some clowns Smiling I'm Just piling Problems
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- P-Tree