Old Tree Lyrics

It's just a part of me

Sitting back and thinking about my life

Somewhere I went left and I was never right Getting beat by my pop, I learned how to fight

Cause he would never hit me with a belt He had his own fucking demons

He was rumbling his self now he trying to come back around

Cause he struggle with his health And I don't know what to do about it

But I don't really give a fuck to tell the truth about it

Cause I'm a different type of man And when it come to raising kids

I got a different type of plan Yeah everyday I'ma be around

I'm in the crib yellin' out, turn that TV down

They gone see my face, they gone know it's safe

So I left the streets, ain't trying to catch a case

I might never make it to that Rolls Wraith but to see my daughter smile light up my whole face

You see, I got a different type of goal And when it come to whipping up

Something different on the stove You know Niya love pancakes

Especially the ones that her dad makes

You know I'm still outside and I'ma hold it down

But these grays in my beard, they made me slow it down

I know that karma come back, that shit'll go around

Old tree in the forest you know it's going down

You know I'm still outside and I'ma hold it down

But these grays in my beard, they made me slow it down

I know that karma come back, that shit'll go around

Old tree in the forest, you know it's

Old tree in the forest, you know it's going down

If nobody around, do it still make it sound

Even though the cops never seen it, I still flip them pounds

Ain't no dirt on my name, yours a pitching mound

Niggas out here turn state, then they skipping town

I wish we had a button to push to get rid of clowns

That's why I left the streets behind

I turned my trap phone off and now I got a piece of mind

Now I'm tryin' buy a piece of land where the water is blue

And put my feet up in the sand

I did it all, you can't tell me about being a man

I know ain't nobody perfect, so do the best that you can see

I'ma do my best like I'm trying to pass the test

I'ma be the same nigga until my date of death

Blok Hugger Boss, I'm the one that used to sell pounds

So really I'm the old tree that never fell down

You know I'm still outside and I'ma hold it down

But these grays in my beard, they made me slow it down

I know that karma come back, that shit'll go around

Old tree in the forest, you know it's going down

You know I'm still outside and I'ma hold it down

But these grays in my beard, they made me slow it down

I know that karma come back, that shit'll go around

Old tree in the forest, you know it's

Going down