[INTRO]: Yea , Tree City What It Do?

This shit might vbe too real for the untrained ear, but FUCK EM THOUGH!

VERSE 1: You might see me comin' down Franklin wit a bad bitch
South Side Park with my n***a burnin' mad spliffs

All downtown n***as seen me in the trafic
Now they tryna scrap kuz they hung up on that past shit

Hung up on my past bitch, phone off dont think about that wack shit
Show me where the money at im asking where the cash is?

She don't download my new songs give me attitude
Bitches be so Muthafuckin' fake i can't stand it

All up in my inbox bitches don't go to shows
N***as wanna do songs but they ain't givin no dough

Act like a lil faggot subliminal when they post
But know he ain't want to see me that's why he doing the most

It's been a long time comin' with this Sac-Town shit
I never back down ready to lay the smackdown quick

They gone keep talkin' and gone make me get a BLACKOW Bitch
On on yo block now bitch who wanna talk out now?

Chorus: Down i-5 south switch over to 99
When i lean all the freeway lights make me feel blind

Cruisin low and smoking dro just trying to survive the times
Last Sacramento king but i'm living in my prime

They say long live the king back when i was on my grind
Who said i ever came off dick riders saying i died

My pops work at Kaiser so you know that i'm gone thrive
Down i-5 The city lights make me blind


Verse 2: Steady ridin' lonesome down the boulevard of Folsom
N***as be extra actin' like a muthafuckin Olsen

Me i'm about this paper so i'm laid back posted
Standin' in my section on that money i be focused

When it rains it's pourin' Stockton Boulevard Hoeing
I knew her she went to Florin said a 9 to 5 was boring

She take some extra money out they wallets while they snoring
How in the fuck she figure wasn't nobody Finna notice

He caught her on the Mack Block her and her baby stroller
In an all black Corolla Rat-a-Tat-Tat with The Fola

That's how it always happens when them n***as get to actin on some Sac shit
Fighting over bullshit shootin' over a wack bitch

I'm tryna dodge the fake and keep it ThriLL
Candle light vigils all i ever see or here about

Gotta be a clearer route to get up out of here
I'm sippin methazine until i fuckin disappear is it real?

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