"HERBACIDE" | MONDAY BARS 52E (PROD. NXTTY)

MONDAY BARS 52E - For the last song of the week I had to get on one more track by NXTTY. NXTTY makes some sick GODHANDUSA type beats and being one of my favorite producers for MONDAY BARS I thought I had to hop on one more beat.

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VISUALS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AW6EIUx9Ui4

LYRICS:

{CHORUS}
Bitch I’m buildin’ roots, break through cracks on the urban side
Don’t gotta shoot, mp3 tracks empty gas like it herbacide
Leave no plant standin’ man I’m on the loose like a forest fire
Fortify ya treehouse now ya ‘bout to be the first to die
This horticulture is a cult at its core for controllin’ lives
What we say ‘n like, pay ‘n buy, day by day designin’ vines
Those lies are wine, stainin’ ‘n wastin’ ya minds
Degradin’ ‘n drainin’, breakin’ their fangs in ‘n they’re prayin’ on yours ‘n mine

I wanna be more than satiated, cup overflowin’, no halfway shit
Growlin’ organs emaciated, a hundred courses it ain’t shit
That porridge cold, warm, hot, I take it, I can bear ‘n change it
Lock in, I got gold to make, turn that bitch to a fuckin’ banquet

They only taste more money
Their public faces say “sure buddy”
Behind closed doors they more than hungry
Can’t afford they stomachs, good luck with yours
So I compete to eat before it’s torn from me
Reap these streets of lords ‘n dummies
Hunt ‘n gut ‘em or ya runt nothin’
Run streams red, gore get more bloody

{CHORUS}
Bitch I’m buildin’ roots, break through cracks on the urban side
Don’t gotta shoot, mp3 tracks empty gas like it herbacide
Leave no plant standin’ man I’m on the loose like a forest fire
Fortify ya treehouse now ya ‘bout to be the first to die
This horticulture is a cult at its core for controllin’ lives
What we say ‘n like, pay ‘n buy, day by day designin’ vines
Those lies are wine, stainin’ ‘n wastin’ ya minds
Degradin’ ‘n drainin’, breakin’ their fangs in ‘n they’re prayin’ on yours ‘n mine

I’m comin’ up on the up ‘n up, diggin’ out from the underground,
Cut my hands ‘til calloused now the dirt I been through it build a mound,
Hills to mountains, enough to kill from what I still surmounted
Exalted vultures torn from the sky won’t last a minute when they lyin’ towards the ground