Kick The Tree (feat. Wino WIlly & Raz Fresco)

Kick the tree

Take your bag and leave my house

Out of here, you don't want tree

You want to break my leg?

Your breath, remember?

Death waits for no man, get with the program

Tryna see my soul fly high as a soul can

Ends where them shots gettin' kicked like a old can (On the alley)

Bro call the roll with some heat, that's my roadman

Rather be foldin', not scrambled, not fold or stop

Rather be shark-fishin' right off of the ocean dock

Courtside, bolt cutters poppin' off a boat that's locked (Courtside)

Buggers sell they soul for a piece, I fill that broken ride

Runnin' with the shifty eyes, Beamer 850i

Gone in sixty seconds, ain't fifty-four, ain't fifty-five

Circle right back, they fifty-eight, they fifty-nine

Shorty on that type of time, sniff a line, sippin' wine (Shorty)

More life to the smoker-givers (Voila)

Northside, kept the stove hot for the cold winters (North-side)

Smell death in the air, that make your soul shiver

Big dog hunt again, hard to see how the roles switch up

Tryna hop on a plane, get lost in the sky (In the sky)

I payed the price, what's the cost? I supply (How much?)

Cooked a hundred nights, so my pockets could shine (Chef up)

Never roll without it, can't get caught in these times

I rather hop on a plane, get lost in the sky (Get lost in the sky)

I payed the price, what's the cost? I supply (What you talk?)

Cook a hundred nights, so my pockets could shine (Chef up)

Never roll without it, can't get caught in these times (Uh)

Rather run in Mary Jane, get lost in my mind (Uh)

Why talk to the sky? Just spark and get high

Caught up in a net, in jail with porzellan knives

'Cause the Devil on the internet marketin' crime

Portions consigned, the number of those enrolled in courses decline

Remorseless for mine, I will torch you with life

You forced to design, I'm on that morpheus time

It's just the roll of the dice

Why is you rollin' with mice?

My temporary wife so bad I hit it with the lights on for the sight (See that?)

I'm like "Lights off", clean Off-White on

Train young **** like Qui-Gon

I guard, don't be alarmed at the firearms, lord, listen

I need more kitchens

Action Bronson, grams fat, white fiends like "Fuck, that's delicous" (Mm)

It's life or death, I rub my head, it granted me wishes (Yippie)

Tryna hop on a plane, get lost in the sky (In the sky)

I payed the price, what's the cost? I supply (How much?)

Cooked a hundred nights, so my pockets could shine (Chef up)

Never roll without it, can't get caught in these times

I rather hop on a plane, get lost in the sky (Get lost in the sky)

I payed the price, what's the cost? I supply (What you talk?)

Cook a hundred nights, so my pockets could shine (Chef up)

Never roll without it, can't get caught in these times (Oh, Lord!)