[Intro]
This is CoKayn
Tru Hitz
[Hook: J Molley]
I need big forests, money trees
Foreign things
I bow down, pray to God
Won't answer me
Made a way for a life, that don't mean anything
Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything
Big forests, money trees
Foreign things
I bow down, pray to God
Won't answer me
Made a way for a life, that don't mean anything
Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything
[Verse 1: Stogie T]
The youngins love me for the Hermes
These old niggas hating in the worst way
'Cause I am both Crispy Fresh and Throwback Thursday
Hating from a distance but switch position in person
Ey who birthed them?
Ya'll niggas preemie immature
I'm pre-Yachty, killing shows
That's why I'm leaving, see the tour
Couple seasons in a row
No seasoning on my sole
It's Hibachi shrimp and chicken outta Seoul
You start the tripping, lift the bitch outta your soul
Niggas thought they had a chick until they seen the insta-stories
The streets are vicious they take chicken out your bowl
She gon' miss him for a trip
To somewhere distant on the globe
And that's all she wrote
But nowhere near the level of what Stogie told
I planted the seeds for trees, but only petals grow
I guess when they get dried up
They'll say I smoked them, though
This is CoKayn
Tru Hitz
[Hook: J Molley]
I need big forests, money trees
Foreign things
I bow down, pray to God
Won't answer me
Made a way for a life, that don't mean anything
Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything
Big forests, money trees
Foreign things
I bow down, pray to God
Won't answer me
Made a way for a life, that don't mean anything
Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything
[Verse 1: Stogie T]
The youngins love me for the Hermes
These old niggas hating in the worst way
'Cause I am both Crispy Fresh and Throwback Thursday
Hating from a distance but switch position in person
Ey who birthed them?
Ya'll niggas preemie immature
I'm pre-Yachty, killing shows
That's why I'm leaving, see the tour
Couple seasons in a row
No seasoning on my sole
It's Hibachi shrimp and chicken outta Seoul
You start the tripping, lift the bitch outta your soul
Niggas thought they had a chick until they seen the insta-stories
The streets are vicious they take chicken out your bowl
She gon' miss him for a trip
To somewhere distant on the globe
And that's all she wrote
But nowhere near the level of what Stogie told
I planted the seeds for trees, but only petals grow
I guess when they get dried up
They'll say I smoked them, though
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