Tree - Rose lyrics

[Produced by MC Tree] [Intro: Brian Fresco] SaveMoney sh** There's like three Frescos And I got that n***a Tree in here too Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Brian Fresco] Said I be spazzin', I be spazzin' out Tell them hoes I'm spazzin' out See a cop I'm bailin' out Catch a case I'm bailin' out Middle fingers to the judge, I'm out on bond Still hit my plug like I ain't had enough, I'm low on funds I got to get this paper up, you n***as broke, be sickin' for a sack or two I can't go, you sippin' on that Rose, she pourin' up Patron And me?, I'd like that Henny please, but please mean no ice Please can't comprehend that white sh**, been a racist since like '06 You a broke b**h, cause you, you f** with broke boys and yes I keep them toys for them boys, call me Fisher Price He gambled with his life and rolled the dice and crapped out And now his brains capped out f** my homie copped out, keep your head homie Know I'm workin', boy I got your mama and your daughter Plus I got my own comin' so you know I'm goin' harder Great news right? I hope you hear this sh** and crack a smile You gon' see me in a while, actin' foul with a pound and a [?] [Hook: MC Tree] I just [?] look like a Ferrai but I knew you got a hund' of those, a hund' of those And I'll just drink my Hennessy, you-you-you-you nothing but rose, nothing but rose I just [?] look like a Ferrai but I mean I got a hund' of those, a hund' of those And I'll just drink my Hennessy, you-you-you-you nothing but rose, nothing but rose [Verse 2: MC Tree] '87 Chevy, that's my favorite whip (favorite whip) Lightskin ho named Kelly, that's my favorite b**h (favorite b**h) Got two things in common, Compton's never been (never been) And the bank account's two commas, now I'm n***a rich Back then n***a want to test me Don't show soul might little n***a Guess we on like we just [?] and sh** I had folks in there blowin' and sh** Then I got to pay for her to go through sh** Then I got to make sure that you're on a trip And you're on a trip, and you got a b**h, and you got a whip sh** just be hectic, my head in the clouds, my feet in Guiseppes They hurt in this sh** but I'm happy The moral of things: I'm tryin' to be king and these n***as won't let me I got to go harder, they won't let me live in the city I'm part of I'm damn near a martyr, I pray that b**h [?] where most of ‘em started And then you got people who don't even bother And I just think that we are somehow smaller ‘Cause he in the Phantom and I'm in the ‘Rari In front of the club, I still get a model I still get a table, get two or three bottles Still got an eighth [?] of weed in the [?] I'm still gonna laugh like there ain't no tomorrow I'm 150 proof for you n***as be [?] Catch me in Hollywood Gyros we ballin', my n***a say [Hook: MC Tree]