Tree - Kinfolk lyrics

(D-Fro) KinFolk let's get back in business It sounds relentless bump block residences From a city where they rep the pistons And i bet you i know where they heads went missin I'm pissin off rappers at a distance Sound check the system, waiting on they sisters And when they arrive, this place about to get live You ain't leaving til 9, not the morning but night The weeds about to ignite, don't throw down it's alright I got enough to go around, hear the sound of the loud I got ounces and pounds, i got boxes around, my name's a product in town I hope a lot of you down But a lot of you don't sound that true Invisible ritual, hittin you with the chemical Enemies get the critical, spittin on every interval That's why we're going strong Now find a lighter while i sit here pack a bong (Chorus) So let it bounce n***a We in the VIP section smoking an ounce n***a What you about n***a? And let it bounce baby All of that a** in those jeans poking out baby What you about baby? (x2) (Kinfolk) Bottle after bottle pourin it up Getting down to the bottom pu some more in my cup D-fro pack a bowl while i'm rollin a blunt Zig zag fulla loud is you blowin' or what? Got the club so smokey you'd think you in the clouds Head spinnin still drinkin as i'm walking through the croud Let baby hit the tree now it's girls gone wild And the higher that she got the more sh** went down Yeah, and I'm buzzed off bacardi Stumbling through the party and smoking like Bob Marley When the blunt hits skunk sh**, one hit you done with Lungs thick from weed smoke from a big bong rip Yeah, and I ain't done yet n***a, twist another L, but this time make it bigger I be getting f**ed up everybody know me, blowin' by the OZ all drinks on me (Chorus) So let it bounce n***a We in the VIP section smoking an ounce n***a What you about n***a? And let it bounce baby All of that a** in those jeans poking out baby What you about baby? (x2) (D-fro) I'm lighting fingers to the third degree, burning tree Name an emcee that's first to me, D I hope you understand it Most fake a** rappers can't get a hand grip On how quick that the man rips I'm positively elevating constantly i'm celebrating Honestly i'm never waiting Possibly its it's fond of me to Find a beat and show my patience to all you f**ing critics Now throw your hands up b**h and show us that you're with it Even before i spit it i know you'll never forget it I'm in it to win it you in to get diminished Replenish before i finish every sentence to all you gimmics Sittin and listening to the penmanship written while under influence Of doing some bad sh**, got my tactics, magic kush like a hat trick Bush weed fantastic , reading you scholastic Way beyond the cla**ic call it jura**ic, hara** it get your a** kicked For asking ba*tard