Salad

Hey, hey, hey

I got green all on my palette

I got visine for the road

I got elbows on my body just in case some people call

It's a problem, he got carrot

Things we talkin' on his door (Yeah, that's it)

All this salad in the room would

Think a **** going for war (Yeah)

When you got the chance ain't car, not casting

Ain't pausing me, would you please call back?

Ain't got time for the, "Am I free?"

'Cause a **** like me wouldn't know about that

I need Spring with an all-state green with the

Trees so loud, why I sound like that?

Gimme that heat and my phone right back

(Gimme that heat, imma need all that)

You turned a fein for forest

How you reppin' when your means important?

How you sleepin' when your dreams important?

**** higher than a beam support, and

**** broker, then the green avoiding

A **** like me could've never caused that

**** like me, no ain't never for sale

But a **** talk money and I might talk back to ya

Back into the red eye, red eye, sleep-deprived

Visine white eyes wouldn't be surprised

With a roof so deep, where the creatures lie

And a– (Ah)

So loud, man, they teach retire

We gotta back in the class gas

Made a bully turn as your nuts (Who did that?)

We gotta squint to see, quintessential

We, tell you, "Leave", all on your lawn

Decisions, decisions (Oh, oh-oh-oh)

Decisions, decisions (Oh, oh-oh-oh)

Decisions, decisions (Oh, oh-oh-oh)

Decisions, decisions (Oh)

I got green all on my palette

I got visine for the road

I got elbows on my body

Just in case some people call

It's a problem, he got carrot

Things we talkin' on his door

All this salad in the room would think a **** going for war

I ain't even smoke herb

What you think that a **** heard before? (Oh, wow)

Cause all I lack is green pastures

And I got the flow **** ain't heard before (Oh, y'all **** ain't heard)

You ain't got passion, no clerk in store (Uh oh)

To get all this cash, it takes a certain pose (Oh, oh)

Like a tree falling down in the forest

But nobody to report it (Oh, wow)

Y'all **** ain't making noise (Y'all **** ain't–)

Y'all **** ain't making noise, I can't lie

And I ain't with the nonsense (Uh oh)

First grade, I was moved

One day, I'll be first page like a table of contents

For the path that I pave and the fact that I aged

Too many and Trayvon Martins

Thank God that I faced that likeness

Monsters can't remain in the darkness

And I, you way too honest

Told me, "Kill them with kindness"

I'd rather kill them with commas

I'm black outside in my bonnet

Last night, had a steak so red, ain't fear on the side

Had to play the salad (Salad)

So I took the waitress, and stack the cash (Oh, right, yeah)

So thick, call her Meg The Stallion, yeah (Yeah)

Call a Meg The Stallion

Town hero with a bronze medallion

Case all green, look at third of they chalice

I want zeros when I check my balance

Aura got me floatin', paper ripping

Rappings lungs at, and they fun size

Secret recipe, and it's all fried

I bit one bite, leave ya tongue-tied, yeah

Ooh, pallette, pallette

I got elbows on my body, body

This a private, private

Talkin' at his door, rollin' seven, seven

Think a **** going for war