Rose

[Produced by MC Tree] [Intro: Brian Fresco] SaveMoney shit There's like three Frescos And I got that nigga 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 niggas 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 shit, been a racist since like '06 You a broke bitch, cause you, you fuck 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 Fuck 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 shit 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 bitch (favorite bitch) Got two things in common, Compton's never been (never been) And the bank account's two commas, now I'm nigga rich Back then nigga want to test me Don't show soul might little nigga Guess we on like we just [?] and shit I had folks in there blowin' and shit Then I got to pay for her to go through shit Then I got to make sure that you're on a trip And you're on a trip, and you got a bitch, and you got a whip Shit just be hectic, my head in the clouds, my feet in Guiseppes They hurt in this shit but I’m happy The moral of things: I’m tryin’ to be king and these niggas 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 bitch [?] 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 niggas be [?] Catch me in Hollywood Gyros we ballin’, my nigga say [Hook: MC Tree]