Intro (Iron Trees 1.2)

Cheah

Y'all ain't think I was gonna do it on this one did you

Let's go

Caught you **** off beat

Have you checkin the tempo

Lights of the iron trees

Streets still claiming my kin folk

Half of y'all lying about balling

Lets keep it a bean

You pulled up in a pinto

Coming with all of the "heem"

I'm rivaling meek for the king of the intros

I'm back

Getting better and better

And I don't need 9s an AKs or berettas

To stack up the Monterey Gouda or Feta

Just need to hustle my life to the letter

Infinite tracks so my pain seem forever

Say it gets better with time

Measures refined

Meds help me keep it together

In fact liquid in ever line

Like crack

[Cook it]

Running the table

For every shorty that played me and lost

Now they be clucking

These birds know I'm hot how I'm dropping the sauce

Say you the best

The only thing now that you dropping is lost

Say she that loyal

The only thing now that she dropping is drawers

She trying to fuck with a boss

You got the salad

You know shorty trying to get tossed

Hit now I'm tryin to take off

She on my balls

Miss me in every call

Fuck giving shorty my heart

Too many scars

Look I'm just trying to get off

You caught ya girl on my top

You probably thought that the beat had her nodding it off

for now these bitches is friend zoned

[Bitches is friend zoned man]

Catch her dancing like she in the end zone

[She a Touchdown fam]

Dick keep her tranquil like "benzos"

[She get hooked like damn]

Hey

Promiscuous girl call me Timbo

Was never a G but stay in my grind

Whenever I'm riding wit kinfolk

I did my dirt in my life

And slide through my hood

And I puff on my indo

move it along you stupid Barbrady

You ain't get none of they info

You be the snitch that say family matters

You knocked you singing to Windslows

I been low

Been in the in a line up

Clowning these **** that roll with vagina

As I sit back and just roll up my ganja

Writing my rhymes

Avoiding the drama

and all of us grown

Fuck a 16

Ain't no spitting to minors

High when I schooled you

When you the hear bell

That just means that the times up

Yo run that shit back