[Intro]
Pass my tea, pass my tea
Pass the tree, pass the tree

[Verse 1]
This for my Angels
Chain gold, tangled, with a love strangle
Let the pain flow
Got a vision, paint slow
Chilling with my scapegoat
I don't care about the weather
Bout to go and get your raincoat
Keep it on the d-low, like the homies
When we creep slow
Clouds of weed smoke in my cathedral
Take my young life to see he's P-O-S-T-E-D
On the block like a stamp on your SAT
Hold me down till I'm six feet deep in the pussy

Never see me tripping yo
I'm working with what I could see
All these cats running like the boys that push trees
Couldn't hold the weight [?]
We true emcees
The foolish schemes seem to find the cool in me
Henny what you do to me, but yet I hang like some jewelry
A legend, I'm soon to be
I consume you musically, I bet you used to be the same dude on some foolery
I had it
With bad habits and whack tactics
Laying on this flat mattress trying to smash your bad actress
She ain't keep it real and my homie keep it still
The only thing I keep is this sound that helps me feel
You feel me?

[Outro]
This for my angels that fell from the top
Watch the bodies drop