Letras:
Trees Hate Still Burns

: Heeyo drama We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This

couple shots I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots The kings comin', no I'm not Jay-Z Too many n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me This

a couple shots I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots The kings comin', no I'm not Jay-Z Too many n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me

burn If you talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me, "Cous' go 'head, switch the style up" And if they hate,

hate to die The smell of your hair I know is still there, if most of our leaves are blown Our words still ring in the brush and the trees where singing

always brothers never thought about eachothers skin colours til one day we was walking up the block in the summer it was like 90 degrees, I was catching a sun burn tryna walk under the trees

the little boy is still in me We discuss monogamy, polygamy, the I's the probability Your momma ain't feeling me, it stung like a killer bee How far from the tree

Get em cleaned up you know, show em the light that they're all bark and no bite, like a tree trunk We slash and burn em, Indelibles, The Fire In Which

please take care to fasten your seatbelt Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A. Welcome to L.A. Where you can see the whole city burning 'Cause the cops got