P-Tree & Bank$ - Lames

The Ends don't always justify the means
When you got mouths to feed
It's me sitting in the apple tree
It's me take me where the cash will be
That's me in the back
Probably with a stash
Sitting cozy taking dabs with Tree
That's me
I spit happily
Bash in your face rapidly
Tackling anything that comes between me and my stack of green
Accurately snatch your cap off
It's so natural to me
To make scraps out of tacky actors capping at me
Why you acting like I'm not at the the top of the link
Banking heavily
I dogged some felonies
And came right back to the ring
Step up
Pepper him up
Send him back where he came
I can't change him
If he test me he'll remember my name
That's all I'm saying
Beat him until he's black
He was white when we started
Rip him apart
Like he was a cardigan
Slice him and carve his skin
If we fight I'm dissolving him
Knock his lights out it's darker than dim
He's barking up the wrong tree
P-tree is awfully grim
Awful trim job on the package
Leads to profits slimming down and I can't have that shit
You got a knack for bad habits
Right and wrong why can't you grasp it?
Put my duffle in the back
And watch the questions that you asking
Let me get some shit like that again I'm flying out and crashing
Once you let him loose ain't no talking to him
Expect a Bruce sized beating ain't no walking again
It's often they pretend to be friends
They act friendly and then
They tend to backstab and act like you did it to them
Open the hatch cause the villain is in
edit the map and give credit to him
what's in my trunk
Shut up bitch don't go tell your friends
This for your pockets cop it cheap and go sell it to them
Give up the cash cause that's what the villain said
Don't make me crack open the back of your head
Fuck with my bread it get messy he dead
Slip up with my dog and he fetch
Tree go get him he next
Sick em and sever his head

Written by:
Peter Boger, Ryan Banks

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