Palm Trees

[Chorus: Meechy Darko] So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand, then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me (So when you throw shade, it could never harm me) So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand, then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me (So when you throw shade, it could never harm me) [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] Lions don't lose sleep over the 'pinion of sheep On the road to the riches, money sticking to my cleats I am mwah, magnifique, skin noir, Darky Meech Niggas with the most opinions usually have the least (Haha) It's funny how now rappers be on their druggy shit Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied shit Acid pack a hundred hits, shroom caps and hash bricks Trippy like that Destiny Child chick on 106 This white bitch had the fucking nerve to call me a nigga When she the one paying the surgeon for her lips to get bigger Do you get the bigger picture? Shit is backwards, my nigga You sneak dissing, taking jabs, get your boxing on 'Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the octagon This shit is straight absurd, do not hate me 'cause your life is shitty I show no pity, you turd, you better off in the dirt Now you better off dead, like the title of my work [Chorus: Meechy Darko] So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand, then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me (So when you throw shade, it could never harm me) [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Every day, me and Mary Jane You might say I'm addicted, but me, I'm truly lifted Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd Smoking girl scout, sour by the ounce Mary never cheat me Mary not a backstabbing bitch that'll lie and deceive me Spread it even, even, hash wax in the evening Dab or die trying, on the road to Zion Damn, they try and stick me for my paper They trying to take me under, I've seen it through the vapors Jealous ones still envy, got a couple real with me And my bitch will talk some shit and smoke the kil' with me Meech will hide the body, enough of that, though They saying talk is cheap, so I'll be smilin' when we meet They screaming, "Zombies" out in England But I'm on the block with Mary, pushing and dreaming Ah, ah, ah, I'm feeling myself Thizzle, fo' shizzle, my nizzle, spitting riddles on instrumentals Trippy life, blotter in the night Fill my appetite (Fill my appetite) [Chorus: Meechy Darko] So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand, then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me (So when you throw shade, it could never harm me) [Verse 3: Erick the Architect] Could be your mans, or be your fan, or be your kin Pay your dues, man, I gotta choose, whether I lose or win this Foe or friend, can't determine the difference The instance they see you peakin', they pussy be leakin' fluid My nigga, what is you doing? All black in the back of a Buick I'm proving I'm sadistic as sin, as I'm making murderous music We don't rep the same things, nah, don't bother confuse it So much stressing on my brain, mama think I'ma lose it Human vagabond, hoes that stow they panties in my carry on Why you hating niggas acting nonchalant? (Honest, brah) Fuck your publication that say I'm a third wheel Architect build your mind, set stress but won't swell Oh yes, I smoke kil', I'm crack, you smoke krills I pack, you dope deal, in fact, I'm so chill I'm never off the pivot, six stitches to your image Not offended when you call me genius, all that means is [Chorus: Meechy Darko] So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand, then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me (So when you throw shade, it could never harm me) [Produced by Erick Arc Elliott]