Roots Like the Trees lyrics

[Intro]
What a lovely day to record, a snow day
Something new, brand new

[Verse 1]
I'm never gonna to be old
I'm never gonna to be fat
I'm never gonna have kids
And I'm never gonna rat
On tracks I murder beats
Quick to herd the sheep
Speak, then they listen
Evil doesn't glow, but I glisten
And there's in rhymes walkin' b*tches talkin' dissin' bout my crew
Bumpin' bout my tunes, now what am I to do?
Would somebody is wolfing -
Crying louder than a b*tch
I'll beat her f*ckin' ass, hopefully she doesn't snitch
'cause the b*tches in my past kinda tend to do that
They talk a lot of sh*t, hood rats, mean the crew rats
True that
Some people like to talk a whole lotta game
Thirsty ass hynas, f*ckin' whiners want the fame
But I give em' what they want - the attention
Mention that ya get knocked out every time my name is mentioned
Benchin' pounds you will never come across
I f*ck with drug dealers baby, got cocaine it's on my cross