You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut
You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust
The young white boy with weed in his backpack
Wonder if they take it all back
Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup
You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut
Weed and rapping weed in jays
Henny in my cup don't need no chase
Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn
Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram
Sweet jesus, where's the weed
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut
You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut
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