Chopping my style down like spruce wood
Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good
Of bad bitches and good tree
It ain't hard to make money
And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy
West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
Yet fame growing slower than a tree.
Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree
I'm a g, and this is something you can't see
You fly like the spruce goose, you also both know how to fail/
So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail
Extensive tree breathing
Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing
What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry
Even if it tends to be about tree
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