Got the crops growing beautifully,
Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy
Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then
Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again
So i can start this freestyle, got more rhymes than there's crops
Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box
Minimize the population with verses that crops it to a few bit
& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit
Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please
It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,
Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees
The strange fruit, crops growin', blowin' in the breeze,
Welcome to hell's plot, the spot rots, like stale crops
I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box
It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,
If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice
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