Giving Trees ft. SAINT KID Lyrics

Fuck all the perks and the lean

You niggas turned to some fiends

Phone on a do not disturb, what you mean

Fuck all the perks and the lean

I had to earn for my team

Wallet gon burst through my jeans

You in my face, better back it up

Gimme my space when I hop to the block

You in my spot, pack it up

Grand Marnier got me acting up

You kinda lame, I just feel bad for him

Name in his mouth, watch who you chatting with

Always would rap, I had a knack for it

My city look at me, like I'm an activist

Always would stick up for the people that differ

Thought I was a giver, but that wasn't accurate

Fuck up my liver... I work next to liquor, and it would get sicker if you knew the half of it

Never could give up, I'm just too passionate

Forgot to pick up, I swear it's an accident

Fans of out in Africa, I'm international

Used to post videos, they used to laugh at you

I cut him off because we weren't compatible

Ain't give up shit, cuz these niggas will rat on you

You told my business shit, I should've spat on you

Come to your block and run you off your avenue

They tried to kill me, that's what a bag'll do

Know that you're broke, I just feel bad for you

Know who you are, I'm like a dad to you

You know the truth... ain't gotta cap for you

Fuck all the perks and the lean

Shout out to Juice, Shout out to Peep

Shoutout to Mac, that's RIP

I know some Kings who don't gotta throne... I got the drive, I got the 'know how'

This how you feel, you ain't alone... cut you a break, throw you a bone now

I know it hurts, but put down perks... look in his eyes they taking control now

Pop him a bean... he feel at home... he wouldn't listen... I told 'em slow down