So What?

Lyrics
I know my money low But honey so what I hoped we'd grow up But we only grew apart Dearly departed friend We started when y'all ended Then we parted And y'all started But regardless of that It's hard to rap About this shit And keep my smartness At bat I keep a Palma leaf And chief it To myself my chief You far from grabbing On my blunt You half affront You f-----t Who said that P-Tree ain't have it I smell your cap when you gabbing I should just take off In space there's no traffic In your face where place my attacking I am up late Like a clock that's slow stuck in the attic Clock that whole grip off your baggage Conscious and positive your are a Op and you'll blow like a new tuba Going in deep on this track Like my panic attack When I tried to Go scuba diving Driving my whip Is my preference I hit you with lessons You not even insect You pupa You smell like some tuna fish Two of us can't coexist You like a bug or a glitch Think you a thug you bitch You're stained on my rug That's the sitch Yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- P-Tree