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Mouth dry as hell
New shit, smoke two spliffs to it while I rip through it
Barely room to sip air between these etches
Yo I'm Treehouse stepping, 27 years deaf to
Anyone tryna jerk my volume a notch-less
Nest locked; cavities in my chest
No access 'til a mass abscess
Turn around, exit through the back left
And shimmy right along if enough of the track left
Go ahead, go get in my way
Yeah, yeah, I'm the man; ain't got much to say, no I don't
Started slow but sprinting ain't the race
Get a clue, I am me and I don't compare to you
I know I gotta keep a promise or I'm gon' have a problem or two
So I best not promise too much; better just be honest with you 'cause
I ain't been trying my hardest, I been too cautious with you
But I never quit on a job; take my shot and follow it through
Why you running, are you coming? Hard to stomach what you see
When you feeling like you living but you dying just to breathe
Get some pussy, get some sleep
Get some cookies, smoke some weed
Ay, get me the f*ck out of LA
Just the same shit each day I wake
Shit, I'm baked up; shoulda switched to vaping ages in the making
Too patient with my follow-up on affirmative statements
Seventy-five and sunny got me running from my money problems
Tummy throbbing 'cause I didn't budget for my yummies
Spent too much of it on some buddies down to
Chop it up but ain't willing to study
Way too many cats in my faction act fractious
Concerned about some taxes even though you ain't matching
Quick to throw some unexpected jabs at my back, then run and pack it up? Well
Let me grab the scraps and re-lace 'em at my own pace
I seen it with my mind, that's why I know this shit is real 'cause
When I see shit with my eyes, sometimes the fire lose appeal
I been writing rhymes...I ain't writing wills
I been writing mine...leave that shit to Will
Accentuate all of my traits on these takes and fill you
Nonessential corn-flake fakers with some weight
Remove these carbohydrates from my plate
Articulate my space and shift into another phase
That with which I reclaim my conception
Imminent vector, headstrong and hell-bent on redemption
Not the kind maligned by lefties sanctified in wry distress
On God, I do not need one to let me know what's next
Chill, got the ganja all inside of me
I can't talk to my Mama so I spit up all these fire beats
I was like nigga please...nigga please, nigga please
I got some things to figure out, I'm feeling up, I'm feeling down
Little rough around the edges but a legend with the sound
I got some things to figure out
I'm feeling up, I'm feeling down
Little rough around the edges but a legend with the sound
Don't ever forget that I'm coming to get it
You out of the loop? I'ma tie you in and tell you don't sweat it
Remember, it only happens if we let it
We sowing the seeds, we smoking the trees while I pick out the lettuce
Remember the days, remember the jays
Remember the days, remember the jays
Remember the days, remember the jays
Remember the days, remember the jays