You say you heard a lot about me nigga f*ck what you heard Its all fun and games til it happens like a Based God curse Yeah cell keep tickin on me like Im 6-1-7 yeah My cousin Steez Stizz like hes 6-1-7 okay Devil on my shoulder marijuana from Boulder You know my niggas in this muthaf*ckin bitch If bein ugly was pretty Id be the shit Never been nowhere but these niggas they love to trip Eritrea Ethiopia Habesha utopia Bitches gettin cold then niggas grab your Patagonias So I toby acquired her I had to get a baby who could make me get wired up You know Im about that action my nigga Marc could get it crackin Open up your soul and take your body like Whats happenin? Im not a succulent or sucker baby girl These roots made me I bring my flowers to the world (yeah)
Its on me Wear my flaws like ice keep my soul in sight The sun is on me And my stems dont bite if the light shines bright (No no no no no no no) Its rainin on me My guilt weigh heavy it cost me a life I got my own seeds (yeah) They rip my petals to my 6 cause my roots wont die
(Check this out) Like humans and animals plants need both water and nutrients to survive food Most all plants use water to carry moisture Nutrients back and forth between the roots and leaves bitch
Searchin for my shelter through the storm I find peace my safe haven keepin me far away from harm Nevertheless the greener grass is proof the roots are strong But now we standin here divided choose the side where you belong Mama keep the lights on (yeah) All I see is red so we awake the dead She likes my third eye she loves my third leg This my third time around the worldwide winds Give me the Versay Versace Benz put work in Made my words work with pens
Scribblin sins I drop gems I dont got tick tock time for them seeds or stems Evil men plottin we see you cause we watchin We see you believe me you we see you (Mr. Root) Get your ass up out that grass and stretch your limbs Photosynthesis I see the future picture take a glimpse Everything you tryna have is in your grab so get a grip (Mr. Root) Its for the kids (Mr. Root) yo what it is? (Uh yeah)
Its on me Wear my flaws like ice keep my soul in sight The sun is on me And my stems dont bite if the light shines bright (No no no no no no no) Its rainin on me My guilt weigh heavy it cost me a life I got my own seeds (yeah) They rip my petals to my 6 cause my roots wont die
(What the f*ck?) Holy holy holy holy holy holy (let me grow) Holy holy holy holy holy holy
نحن نستخدم ملفات تعريف الارتباط (كوكيز) لفهم كيفية استخدامك لموقعنا ولتحسين تجربتك. من خلال الاستمرار في استخدام موقعنا ، فإنك توافق على استخدامنا لملفات تعريف الارتباط.
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