Tree - Busters Lyrics

Kiss my ass, my realest homies know me
If I got it then you got it, you ainÂ’t even gotta ask
Fuck you, too, talking like you hung around
And did something special, but it benefited you
Bitch, go to hell, living in this life IÂ’ve been in love, youÂ’d never tell
Enjoying 'em and spoiling 'em with whatever they wear
But she donÂ’t see your dream, damn, she donÂ’t even care
Moment that you make it everybody say they helped
ThatÂ’s when everybody turns on everybody else
Sooner or later fuck ‘em all till ain’t nobody left
I do this for my city, for my city that I rep
I, blew up in the city that them other niggas left
I, did It, I shit it, ainÂ’t nobody fucking with me
Got a big house in the burbs and a condo in the city
Rap money got me fucking hella bars
Got me counting hella fifties

Busters tryina talk about me, ask me if I care, though
Tryina keep me on the ground, I be in the air, though
Bunch of other phony niggas smiling in my face
I donÂ’t know what this is, though
Busters tryina talk about me, ask me if I care, though
Tryina keep me on the ground, I be in the air, though
Bunch of other phony niggas smiling in my face
I donÂ’t know what this is, though

Nigga getting booked, good luck, my show is paid
They flying me to Vegas and London for days
And IÂ’m sorry that your chance of getting on could just fade
When I walk up in the building he got three-four niggas with em
He got 3-4 zips of lemon, that's that loud you can hear ‘em but you probably can’t get near ‘em
‘Cause the lobby full of bitches and they fighting for a picture
The cops is getting stricter, they asking
Which one would you like? And I say the thicker
And IÂ’mma take a sister and she ainÂ’t Rollin' wit' us
Life of a rap star, nigga hit it big, sold packs out the trap car
Duckin' from the pigs, old friends hating on me
I donÂ’t own them niggas shit
Same ones talk about you, jealous ‘cause you rich
Why you jumping out of Benzes, 20 inch rimsez
Homie that gonna be around, who you split your ends with
And thatÂ’s just how we end it, and thatÂ’s just how we end it

Busters tryina talk about me, ask me if I care, though
Tryina keep me on the ground, I be in the air, though
Bunch of other phony niggas smiling in my face
I donÂ’t know what this is, though
Busters tryina talk about me, ask me if I care, though
Tryina keep me on the ground, I be in the air, though
Bunch of other phony niggas smiling in my face
I donÂ’t know what this is, though


Thanks to 2:15 Tha Nomadik 1ne for correcting these lyrics
 

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