The Jacka - #TreeCrew lyrics

[Hook: Nick James] [Verse 1: Nick James] [Hook] [Verse 2: The Jacka] ...Stupid lit Me n Slick pour a half a brick Hit the 101, then he chase it with the cancer stick Twenty dancers in our cribs, takin' chances mailin' kicks But my tree so strong you'll lose a lung when you inhale this sh** All my n***as shown to carry guns and wanna down the kid Bring you to the light, 3 pints in my cargo pants b**hes love our life, don't get high then you not our friends With my n***a James, 3 dice finna crack ya head We just save our ends, then blend in, 'til the package ran I be in Prague, that's the UK f** with the Mob they dont watch TV Then go to Melk, they love the JA Then knock yo a** down the first time you don't pay Your lame conversations we don't entertain Fly to Atlantic then we land in Maine Same day we touch overnight in c**aine I make the drop then fly right back to Spain Damn I'm the n***a, international bull Checkin' my bank tryna (?) Trippy Stix full of wax takin' a pull d**h to the cats who was hatin' before d**h to the snitch who forsaken (?) (?)