[Verse 1]
Son shine even on the cloudy daze
Either Blowin' Kush fog sour smoke or clouds of haze
Now a days hatin' at a all time high cuz bum n***as can't relate to n***as on that grind
Whether 9-5 puttin' all them hours in, or i95 bringin dour n powder in
I put on for my city so new yitty stand proud again
I'm bound to win phat wet p**y I be drowning in
Build it flip it count it then put some to the side
By the time pop dukes come home I'll have that 650i
Get mom dukes a crib to own peace and quiet
Where she reside
Same for I wit guns stashed around the crib like I'm James Bond, Try
Bread winners from top ramen to rare dinners was too close to the edge
So pushin' me is askin' for a bullet to the head n***a
Shine whether the weather throw all the shade u want
Cuz it damn sure ain't stopping me from being laid up, under
[Hook]
Palm trees heavy cream
Songs mean plenty weed
Show a n***a love I'm goin' places I'm tellin ya
Shorty f** ya hubbz the n***a u needs in front of ya
Palm trees heavy cream
Songs mean plenty weed
Tryna get a buzz I'm light years ahead of em
Man these dudes s** I'm feelin' like I'm a veteran
[Verse 2]
Rain sleet hail wind snow
Plenty brutal Ny winters we spent grindin' for that dough
Like a caveman in the studio can hear my sh** got growth
Unlike all these rappers fake a** trappers sh** that never blow Most ain't never sell no dope
Hit the road with no bombs
And would settle for a chain something nice for the arm Anything I moved either went to business mixing songs to the Stash re'in more
Coppin Lo u never saw all
This attack the clones sh** make me sick
These stars at war with themselves hear me start catching fits
I pitched the perfect game she caught dick no catchers mit
Done traveled lil bit
But still the Perfect place to sits ,under
[Hook]
Palm trees heavy cream
Songs mean plenty weed
Show a n***a love I'm goin places I'm tellin ya
Shorty f** ya hubbz the n***a u needs in front of ya
Palm trees heavy cream
Songs mean plenty weed
Tryna get a buzz i'm light years ahead of em
Man these dudes s** I'm feelin' like I'm a veteran
[Verse 3]
Its big money on the forecast
From big moves u lil n***as betta haul a**
This is don sh** big cigars yak poise cla**
Why them b**hes hangin from my knob like a door tag
And we blown gas straight from the west side
Swear that girl scout always givin me the best high
I be glidin like I'm Clyde Drexla
Drive like a tesla she told me pin ha down like a wrestla'
Ooo yea randy savage in that thang
Bet that p**y feel royal when u f**in wit a king
Won't u shoot for the impossible and try to get a ring
Diamond in the ruff if i dig u up u better bling sing