Palm Trees Lyrics - Flatbush Zombies

So much grams, unzip the bag 

Dip in my hand then I palm trees 

So when you throw shade, it could never harm me 

(So when you throw shade, it could never harm me) 

Lions don't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep 

On the road to the riches, money sticking to my cleats 

I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Darky Meech 

Niggas with the most opinions, usually have the least 

It's funny how now rappers be on the druggy shit 

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Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied shit 

Acid pack a hundred hits, shrooms, caps and hash bricks 

Trippy like that Destiny Child chick, on 106 

This white bitch, had the fucking nerves to call me a nigga 

When she the one paying the surgeon for her lips to get bigger 

Do you get the bigger picture, shit is backwards my nigga 

You sneak dissing, taking jabs, get your boxing on 

Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the octagon 

This shit is straight absurd, do not hate me cause your life is shitty 

I show no pity you turd, you better off in the dirt, naw 

Now you better off dead, like the title of my work... 

Everyday, me and Mary Jane 

You might say I'm addicted but me, I'm truly lifted 

Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd 

Smoking girl scout, sour by the ounce 

Mary never cheat me 

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Mary not a backstabbing bitch that'll lie and deceive me 

Spread it even! Even! Hash wax in the evening 

Dab or die trying, on the road to Zion 

Damn, they try and stick me for my paper 

They tryna take me under, I've seen it through the vapors 

Jealous ones still envy, got a couple real with me 

And my bitch, will talk some shit and smoke the kill with me 

Meech will hide the body, enough of that tho' 

They saying talk is cheap, so I'll be smiling when we meet 

They screaming "Zombies!" out in England 

But I'm on the block with Mary, pushing and dreaming 

Ah ah ah, I'm feeling myself 

Thizzle, fo' shizzle my nizzle spitting riddles on instrumentals 

Trippy life, blotter in the night 

Fill my appetite (Fill my appetite) 

Could be your mans, or be your fan, or be your kin 

Pay your dues, man I gotta choose, whether I lose or win this 

Foe or friend, can't determine the difference 

The instance they see you peaking, they pussy be leaking fluid 

My nigga, what is you doing, all black in the back of a Buick 

I'm proving I'm sadistic and sinning as I'm making murderous music 

We don't rep the same things, nah, don't bother confuse it 

So much stressing on my brain, momma think I'mma lose it 

Human vagabond, hoes that stow they panties in my carry on 

Why you hating niggas acting nonchalant (Honest bruh) 

Fuck your publication that say I'm a third wheel 

Architect blow your mind, set stress but won't swell 

Oh yes, I smoke kill, I'm crack, you smoke krills 

I pack, you dope deal, in fact, I'm so chill 

I'm never off the pivot, six stitches to your image 

Not offended, when you call me genius, all that means is...