Rose

[Produced by MC Tree]

[Intro: Brian Fresco]
SaveMoney shit
There's like three Frescos
And I got that nigga Tree in here too
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Brian Fresco]
Said I be spazzin', I be spazzin' out
Tell them hoes I'm spazzin' out
See a cop I'm bailin' out
Catch a case I'm bailin' out
Middle fingers to the judge, I'm out on bond
Still hit my plug like I ain't had enough, I'm low on funds
I got to get this paper up, you niggas broke, be sickin' for a sack or two
I can't go, you sippin' on that Rose, she pourin' up Patron
And me?, I'd like that Henny please, but please mean no ice
Please can't comprehend that white shit, been a racist since like '06
You a broke bitch, cause you, you fuck with broke boys and yes
I keep them toys for them boys, call me Fisher Price
He gambled with his life and rolled the dice and crapped out
And now his brains capped out
Fuck my homie copped out, keep your head homie
Know I'm workin', boy I got your mama and your daughter
Plus I got my own comin' so you know I'm goin' harder
Great news right? I hope you hear this shit and crack a smile
You gon' see me in a while, actin' foul with a pound and a [?]

[Hook: MC Tree]
I just [?] look like a Ferrai but I knew you got a hund' of those, a hund' of those
And I'll just drink my Hennessy, you-you-you-you nothing but rose, nothing but rose
I just [?] look like a Ferrai but I mean I got a hund' of those, a hund' of those
And I'll just drink my Hennessy, you-you-you-you nothing but rose, nothing but rose

[Verse 2: MC Tree]
'87 Chevy, that's my favorite whip (favorite whip)
Lightskin ho named Kelly, that's my favorite bitch (favorite bitch)
Got two things in common, Compton's never been (never been)
And the bank account's two commas, now I'm nigga rich
Back then nigga want to test me
Don't show soul might little nigga
Guess we on like we just [?] and shit
I had folks in there blowin' and shit
Then I got to pay for her to go through shit
Then I got to make sure that you're on a trip
And you're on a trip, and you got a bitch, and you got a whip
Shit just be hectic, my head in the clouds, my feet in Guiseppes
They hurt in this shit but I’m happy
The moral of things: I’m tryin’ to be king and these niggas won’t let me
I got to go harder, they won’t let me live in the city I’m part of
I’m damn near a martyr, I pray that bitch [?] where most of ‘em started
And then you got people who don’t even bother
And I just think that we are somehow smaller
‘Cause he in the Phantom and I’m in the ‘Rari
In front of the club, I still get a model
I still get a table, get two or three bottles
Still got an eighth [?] of weed in the [?]
I’m still gonna laugh like there ain’t no tomorrow
I’m 150 proof for you niggas be [?]
Catch me in Hollywood Gyros we ballin’, my nigga say

[Hook: MC Tree]