Roots Like the Trees E

What a lovely day to record. A snow day. Something new. Brand new. I'm never gonna be old, I'm never gonna be Fat I'm never gonna have kids and I am Never gonna rat On tracks I murder beats, Quick to heard the sheep speak Then they listen, Evil doesn't glow but I glisten And I've risen, Rhymes sparking, bitches talking Dissing on my crew But they bump my tunes Now what am I To do when somebody is wolfing Crying louder than A bitch I'll beat her fucking ass, hopefully she Doesn't snitch 'Cause the bitches in my past kinda Tend to do that They talk a lot of Shit, hood rats mean the rude rats True that, Some people like to talk a whole lot of Game Thirsty ass whiners, fucking whiners want the Fame But I give 'em what they want, the Attention Mention that you get knocked out every Time my name is mentioned Bitching pounds you will Never come across I fuck with drug dealers, Baby got cocaine up in my cross I got Roots like the trees, spread like a disease So Never give 'em what they want unless they say Please And even when they beg I just love To make 'em wait Love watching the love in Their eyes quickly turn into hate I got roots Like the trees, spread like a disease So never Give 'em what they want unless they say please And even when they beg I just love to Make 'em wait Love watching the love in their Eyes quickly turn into hate What's wrong? That's everybody's favorite question Do they really Wanna know or do they just want a session Of your fucking life, your fucking struggles Your Fucking problems, your fucking nightmares Your Fucking troubles So they can feel a little bit Better about themselves Better yet bitch instead of Hearing my story you can go to hell You Planted those ideas in my head Numerous rumors and Gossip in my head So much it turned into Tumors I'm watching you, watching what you gots to Do Gotta take care of your babies You going Crazy bitch you gots a lot to do So How the fuck are you gonna speak up on Me? You can't really be serious, am I hearing This? Please get this bitch some diapers Jenny Craig And some head And a razor and a waiver Pussy's pussy looking like it's dead That's what I Said and if you got a fucking problem We Can solve it right now, show you how I Get down I got roots like the trees, Spread like a disease So never give 'em what They want unless they say please And even when They beg I just love to make 'em wait Love watching the love in their eyes quickly turn Into hate I got roots like the trees, Spread like a disease So never give 'em what They want unless they say please And even when They beg I just love to make 'em wait Love watching the love in their eyes quickly turn Into hate I got roots, I got roots like The motherfucking trees Spread like a disease I got roots like the motherfucking trees, Bitch