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