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Al Doe - Spoils Lyrics

[Intro: Tree Mason]
In my youth, huh, I had no worries, and, uh
Roll a motherfuckin' Backwood up
Yeah, Tree Mason, BBM (It’s Church)
Look, yo

[Verse 1: Tree Mason]
'Bout to have a daughter but I been had sons (Been had sons)
Different country every season, still return to the slums (Still in 'em)
Momma know, don’t keep pots on the stove (Uh-uh)
On my brother, gon' be cookin' up blow (Aha)
Can't get that scent off my nose (Ugh)
Smell like my bitch doin' a toast, while she burnin' a rose
From the concrete them trees gon' grow (Real life)
Keep the peace, don't be dead at home (Uh-uh)
Now the beat goes on
I talk dirty over instrumentals (All the time)
Set the track ’cause I’m influential
Racks inside the floor, it's for the incidentals (Just in case)
If I ain’t the world champ I'm intercontinental (Ah)
Move in silence, I don't talk at all (Nah)
Carhartt, huntin' overalls, I wear my Raf Simons just to walk the dog (Yoshi)
Five-seven with a 357
Don’t get put up in a three-by-seven (Bow!)
High as heaven
[Chorus: Tree Mason]
My brother solid and he loyal, if we win we split the spoils
Ain't had no sandbox, we started from the soil
Wildin' like they all do, gettin' money, I applaud you
Ain't had no sandbox growin' up, we started from the soil
My brother solid and he loyal, if we win we split the spoils
Ain't had no sandbox growin' up, we started from the soil
Wildin' like they all do, gettin' money, I applaud you
Ain't had no sandbox growin' up, we started from the soil

[Verse 2: Al-Doe]
Homi's by the bustop, 22, that's the Valentine
Cupid ain't got a chance with all these violent crimes, dollar signs
Garage in Baltimore, found my career, huh?
Eyes bright like a truck runnin' straight through a dear, delegator ('Gator)
You down talk her, we just celebrate her
So you don't your sweetie fallin' in this elevator
Different routes, them niggas mad we took they bitches out
All my China clean, wait, let me go take the dishes out
We did the sauce, cosigns, I just get coke-signs
Switchin' phones at the Marina, that's them new boat lines
Tree do the masonry, I get weight for cheap (Aha)
We blatantly got it packed, you couldn't safe a seat (At all)
Sorry God, lightin', your honor (Your honor)
Eatin' like piranhas, I battle vices, Kamala (Nigga)
I walk like Him, walk on water, forgive they sins, it's really him, Pope-Doe, nigga (Amen)
[Outro: Al-Doe]
I'm just talkin' over lamb chops, king crab legs, pope and the coke talk
You know my house parties is free lobster, Celine rocker
Pope and the coke talk, Tree Mason with me, B-B-M