Lyrics Roots Like the Trees - Reverie

Roots Like the Trees
Reverie

What a lovely day to record, a snow day
Something new, brand new

I'm never gonna to be old
I'm never gonna to be fat
I'm never gonna have kids
And I'm never gonna rat
On tracks I murder beats, quick to herd the sheep
Speak, then they listen
Evil doesn't glow, but I glisten
And there's in rhymes walkin' bitches talkin' dissin' bout my crew
Bumpin' bout my tunes, now what am I to do?
Would somebody else whoop me
Crying louder than a bitch
I'll beat her fuckin' ass, hopefully she doesn't snitch
Cuz' the bitches in my past kinda tend to do that
They talk a lot of shit, hood rats, mean roo rats, true that
Some people like to talk a whole lotta' game
Thirsty ass minors, fuckin' whiners want the fame
But I give em' what they want, the attention
Mention that ya get knocked out every time my name is mentioned
Benchin' pounds you will never come across
I fuck with drug dealers baby, got cocaine it's on my cross

I got roots like the trees, spread like a disease
Don't ever give em' what they want unless they say please
And even when the beg I just love to make em' wait
Love watchin' the love in their eyes quickly turn into hate

What's wrong?
That's everybody's favorite question
Do they really wanna know or do they just wanna session of
Your fuckin' life
Your fuckin' struggles
Your fuckin' problems
Your fuckin' nightmares
Your fuckin' troubles
So they can feel a little bit better about themselves
Ready to get bitch instead of hearing my story you can go to hell
You planted those ideas in my head, numerous rumors
So much gossip in my head so much it turned into tumors
I'm watchin' you, watchin' what you gots to do
Gotta take care of your babies
You goin' crazy bitch, you gots a lots to do
So how the fuck are you gonna speak up on me
You can't really be serious
Am I hearing this? Please
Get this bitch some diapers
Jenny Craig and some head
And a razor in the way her pussy looking like it's dead
That's what I said and if you gotta
Fuckin' problem we can solve it right now
Show you how I get down

I got roots like the trees, spread like a disease
Don't ever give em' what they want unless they say please
And even when the beg I just love to make em' wait
Love watchin' the love in their eyes quickly turn into hate

I got roots, I got roots like the mutha fuckin' trees
Spread like a disease
I got roots like the mutha fuckin' trees, bitch