Stroll

P-Tree:
Stepped stressing off the loop of life
I rest through the night
I wake up get dressed
Sweat through my white shirt
My head my might hurt
And the bed so soft
Is it worth it to get off it
My threads Nike
Like peeling back
Papers and lighting
To let the lightning strike
I make time for it
Might you get upset
And tread on my psyche
It’s unlikely
I keep a tight paced stroll
And the right laced vans
And my white face show
On your Instagram
It’s a big smile
While you try to understand it
And mismanage your manuscript
I handle my shit
I’m a man with a handle on some Canibus bitch
I pitch that down the line
Bust a sick rap line
Then I’m back in time
Commit a crime where I damage your shit
Just for the hell of it

Bank$:
You hate too see it, never mediated it's unappreciated let em stick in situation

Fuck the reason and logic and our location

They wildin where we at they be fucking up the rotation. Take a stroll in the backseat of the rav hoopdy i'm smoking on stupid, i'm moving real loosely, muscle go lax and i'm goofy, tears coming out my eyes and i'm sweating profusely, got muddy in the cup sipping made my fuse short need a new port for stress now

I hope heaven don't refuse me

I hope heaven don't refuse me

I hope this bitch ain't tryna use me

I hope she know my heart vacant and it's useless, it's bruised and intrusive

I be ruthless, you gone tell me what i want or leave i don't need you or the full truth just dip on me. 90 down divine in the blue thang gotta roll one we gone get too croft couple zips on me. Imma get em off one day no problem couple brothers couple lbs and we all on it. Okay it's dank from Cambridge at 58, In the 8 baby just know i stay mobbing like ayeee