The world's corrupt
It hits so hard
I slip and I fall
Knocked in the place like a break in the wall
Hot in her heart stop smoking on the mic like its not spoke
Broken on a bike i'm raw sketch
So don't back on ya watier
'Cause this is my second nature
My first is Tree,thats my whole name
Riding soul from the grave you can call me cold train
I'mma jazz cat,stash that,hat back,stuck
I don't really wann touch no damn swag cut
With drain though,say no more
I'm fucking rines in the ass till the syllables sore
I'm stealing this for my own fucking graditude
But that is rude
And that is me with the mastery
I'm getting ill with my master card
So suck my d*ck like a baby do