What you what you think
Yeah of course my boys are armed
Only a precaution homie
I don't mean no harm
Ya, welcome to the farm
Twenty four acres we harvest the product
Twenty four hours we pray to the father
Bless our efforts we work in the darkness
Pray for my boy ye he's in for misconduct
Up after hours I'm cuttin these stems yuh
This is the flower that pay for the Benz yuh
I spit facts for myself but I sing for my friends
Cuttin these songs ye it pays all their rents
Ya, welcome to the farm
Twenty four acres we harvest the product
Twenty four hours we pray to the father
Bless our efforts we work in the darkness
Pray for my boy ye he's in for misconduct
What you think
Ye my boys are armed
Only a precaution
Ya, welcome to the farm
Up after hours I'm cuttin these stems yuh
This is the flower that pay for the Benz yuh
I spit facts for myself but I sing for my friends
Cuttin these tracks ye it pays all their rents
Welcome to the farm, ye
What you think
Ye my boys are armed
Only a precaution
Ya, welcome to the farm
Up after hours I'm cuttin these stems yuh
This is the flower that pay for the Benz yuh
I spit facts for myself but I sing for my friends
Cuttin these tracks ye it pays all their rents
Twenty four acres we harvest the product
Twenty four hours we pray to the father
Bless our crops ye they grow in the darkness
Feds try to stop me but I'm barely started
Up after hours I'm cuttin these stems yuh
This is the flower that pay for the Benz yuh
I spit facts for myself but I sing for my friends
Cuttin these tracks ye it pays all their rents
Losta Lot - Farm Lyrics
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What you what you think
Yeah of course my boys are armed
Only a precaution homie
I don't mean no harm
Ya, welcome to the farm
Twenty four acres we harvest the product
Twenty four hours we pray to the father
Bless our efforts we work in the darkness
Pray for my boy ye he's in for misconduct
Up after hours I'm cuttin these stems yuh
This is the flower that pay for the Benz yuh
I spit facts for myself but I sing for my friends
Cuttin these songs ye it pays all their rents
Ya, welcome to the farm
Twenty four acres we harvest the product
Twenty four hours we pray to the father
Bless our efforts we work in the darkness
Pray for my boy ye he's in for misconduct
What you think
Ye my boys are armed
Only a precaution
Ya, welcome to the farm
Up after hours I'm cuttin these stems yuh
This is the flower that pay for the Benz yuh
I spit facts for myself but I sing for my friends
Cuttin these tracks ye it pays all their rents
Welcome to the farm, ye
What you think
Ye my boys are armed
Only a precaution
Ya, welcome to the farm
Up after hours I'm cuttin these stems yuh
This is the flower that pay for the Benz yuh
I spit facts for myself but I sing for my friends
Cuttin these tracks ye it pays all their rents
Twenty four acres we harvest the product
Twenty four hours we pray to the father
Bless our crops ye they grow in the darkness
Feds try to stop me but I'm barely started
Up after hours I'm cuttin these stems yuh
This is the flower that pay for the Benz yuh
I spit facts for myself but I sing for my friends
Cuttin these tracks ye it pays all their rents
Yeah of course my boys are armed
Only a precaution homie
I don't mean no harm
Ya, welcome to the farm
Twenty four acres we harvest the product
Twenty four hours we pray to the father
Bless our efforts we work in the darkness
Pray for my boy ye he's in for misconduct
Up after hours I'm cuttin these stems yuh
This is the flower that pay for the Benz yuh
I spit facts for myself but I sing for my friends
Cuttin these songs ye it pays all their rents
Ya, welcome to the farm
Twenty four acres we harvest the product
Twenty four hours we pray to the father
Bless our efforts we work in the darkness
Pray for my boy ye he's in for misconduct
What you think
Ye my boys are armed
Only a precaution
Ya, welcome to the farm
Up after hours I'm cuttin these stems yuh
This is the flower that pay for the Benz yuh
I spit facts for myself but I sing for my friends
Cuttin these tracks ye it pays all their rents
Welcome to the farm, ye
What you think
Ye my boys are armed
Only a precaution
Ya, welcome to the farm
Up after hours I'm cuttin these stems yuh
This is the flower that pay for the Benz yuh
I spit facts for myself but I sing for my friends
Cuttin these tracks ye it pays all their rents
Twenty four acres we harvest the product
Twenty four hours we pray to the father
Bless our crops ye they grow in the darkness
Feds try to stop me but I'm barely started
Up after hours I'm cuttin these stems yuh
This is the flower that pay for the Benz yuh
I spit facts for myself but I sing for my friends
Cuttin these tracks ye it pays all their rents
Writer: Carl Parson
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