Anthony Kannon & Saint Kid - Giving Trees

Fuck all the perks and the lean
You niggas turned to some fiends
Phone on a do not disturb, what you mean
Fuck all the perks and the lean
I had to earn for my team
Wallet gon burst through my jeans
You in my face, better back it up
Gimme my space when I hop to the block
You in my spot, pack it up
Grand Marnier got me acting up
You kinda lame, I just feel bad for him
Name in his mouth, watch who you chatting with
Always would rap, I had a knack for it
My city look at me, like I'm an activist
Always would stick up for the people that differ
Thought I was a giver, but that wasn't accurate
Fuck up my liver... I work next to liquor, and it would get sicker if you knew the half of it
Never could give up, I'm just too passionate
Forgot to pick up, I swear it's an accident
Fans of out in Africa, I'm international
Used to post videos, they used to laugh at you
I cut him off because we weren't compatible
Ain't give up shit, cuz these niggas will rat on you
You told my business shit, I should've spat on you
Come to your block and run you off your avenue
They tried to kill me, that's what a bag'll do
Know that you're broke, I just feel bad for you
Know who you are, I'm like a dad to you
You know the truth... ain't gotta cap for you
Fuck all the perks and the lean
Shout out to Juice, Shout out to Peep
Shoutout to Mac, that's RIP
I know some Kings who don't gotta throne... I got the drive, I got the 'know how'
This how you feel, you ain't alone... cut you a break, throw you a bone now
I know it hurts, but put down perks... look in his eyes they taking control now
Pop him a bean... he feel at home... he wouldn't listen... I told 'em slow down

Written by:
Anthony Henry

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