Palm Trees (Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott)

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand

Then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it could never harm me

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand

Then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it could never harm me

Lions don’t lose sleep over the opinion of sheep

On the road to the riches, money sticking to my cleats

I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Darky Meech

*******s with the most opinions, usually have the least

It's funny how now rappers be on the druggy *******t

Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied *******t

Acid pack a hundred hits, shrooms, caps and hash bricks

Trippy like that Destiny Child *******t, on 106

This white *******, had the ******* nerves to call me a *******

When she the one paying the surgeon for her lips to get bigger

Do you get the bigger picture, *******t is backwards my *******

You sneak dissing, taking jabs, get your boxing on

Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the octagon

This *******t is straight absurd

Do not hate me cause your life is *******tty

I show no pity you turd, you better off in the dirt, naw

Now you better off dead, like the title of my work [mumbling]

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand

Then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it could never harm me

Everyday, me and Mary Jane

You might say I'm addicted but me, I'm truly lifted

Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd

Smoking girl scout, sour by the ounce

Mary never cheat me

Mary not a backstabbing ******* that'll lie and deceive me

Spread it even! (even)

Hash wax in the evening

Dab, or die trying, on the road to Zion

Damn, they try and stick me for my paper

They tryn'na take me under, I've seen it through the vapors

Jealous ones still envy, got a couple real with me

And my *******, will talk some *******t and smoke the kill with me

Meech will hide the body, enough of that tho'

They sayin' talk is cheap, so I'll be smiling when we meet

They screamin' "Zombies!" out in England

But I'm on the block with Mary, pu*******ng and dreaming

Ah ah ah, I'm feeling myself

Thizzle, fo' *******zzle my nizzle spittin' riddles on instrumentals

Trippy life, blotter in the night

Fill my appetite (Fill my appetite?)

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand

Then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it could never harm me

Could be your mans, or be your fan, or be your kin

Pay your dues, Man I gotta choose, whether I lose or win this for a friend

Can't determine the difference

The instance they see you peaking, they ******* be leaking fluid

My *******, what is you doing, all black in the back of a Buick

I'm proving I'm sadistic and sinning as I'm making murderous music

We don't rep the same things, nah, don't bother confuse it

So much stressing on my brain, momma think I'mma lose it

Human vagabond, hoes that stow they panties in my carry on

Why you hating *******s acting nonchalant

Honest bruh, ******* your publication that say I'm a third wheel

Aritecht blow your mind, set stress but won't swell

Oh yes, I smoke kill, I'm crack, you smoke krills

I pack, you **** deal, in fact, I'm so chill

I'm never off the pivot, six stitches to your image

Not offended, when you call me genius

All that means is…

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand

Then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it could never harm me