And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground
Plant my lyrical seed ,and watch my flow sprout, got that dope sound,
Oh i gotta face the day
Plant, grow, harvest from june to may
Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk
Im like a chemical plant explosion this mic ima wreack havoc
Oh yeah, pops got a visa
Plant the bomb like petunia
If i could, i'd plant some greens over all their fucking riches
That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes
Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves
Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots
We getting money, you can face the facts
To the same plant, and the same pants
But little old me with the few facts that i speak
Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,
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