The King Lyrics - Singles - Tree

[Intro] 

Had to go get The King for this one 

[Verse 1: Tree] 

How you doing, they call me Tree 

They doing the most, I'm just doing me 

With four, five women in my living room 

Gas a nigga up and get him in a tube 

Flat tire, hole in the wall fat tire 

Judge the man I am then not my attire 

I'm a better gangsta than my father was 

I'm a better papa than my papa cause 

Tell my son I love him and he say it too 

Cause I do everything I say I do 

I know who I am, I ain't trying to find me 

Like these little niggas that you get behind see 

You trying to find you, you you need to find Tree 

Getting lifted, blowing circles like the time be 

The skin I'm in is better, than the skin the niggas made for ya 

Junkies standing outside, waiting all day for ya 

[Hook] 

Niggas know about me, what I gotta say 

Killed the competition, first forty-eight 

The King is back, they say the King is back 

The King is back, hey yo the King is back 

Ain't nobody fucking with me on my mama's grave 

She still alive I wanna see my mama's age 

The King is back, they say the King is back 

The King is back, hey yo the King is back 

[Verse 2: Tree] 

I call 'em all hoes, I ain't have a sister 

Drunk as hell, man I prolly shouldn't have a pistol 

Or a mind neither, I'm a mind reader 

She wanna fuck, she wanna fuck and I ain't mind neither 

Even blind people see me, nigga flying eagle 

Over everybody, fuck these rappers trying beat ya 

Till the top stop, moving at my own pace 

You never changed, I can look me in my own face 

I was younger I would hit the streets and hit the block 

Smoke a couple blunts and get me straighter than the 6 o'clock 

Shining on these niggas, you could never say I'm fake 

Take the hustle as a shorty mama making sure we ate 

People calling me a ?, why I acting like we ain't 

When I got my first Chevy wanted 30's and that paint 

Before I ever started rapping, up in church I used to sing 

Dropped Sunday School a year ago and now they say he King