Flowers
Cuban link wrapped around
A bloody pistol
We ain't speak in a decade
Stop actin' like you know me
Fast times fast money fast women
Rewind it back like Nas
You'd prolly do it different
I'm tryna shine
But niggas wanna steal my light
And how I rhyme
I'm considered a Malcolm X type (wavy baby)
Detroit Red without the perm
Shooting out my waves
Because of what I earn
But I'm still moving like I'm not concerned
Obama tendencies
Eventually you gotta
Grow and learn
Birdman hand rub
I feel the money coming
Psalms 23
My cup still over runneth
Black boy off the porch
And in the field
I think Sean Combs
Shawn Carter now
When doing deals
I guess we all tryna touch
A couple mill
I pray you do
Before you have your last meal
Dark times
Enemies working overtime
He ain't sleep in a month
Plotting on your demise
Black rose
Red rose
Smell the flowers
If the world is mine
Allow me to make it ours
Flowers
Flowers
I pray before you die
You get your flowers
Flowers
You shouldn't have to die
To get your flowers
Flowers
I pray before you die
You get your flowers
Flowers
You shouldn't have to die
To get your flowers
Splash above water
Take land like we pirates
Hard to have a convo
When all you know is violence
Silence the lambs
Kill those who cry wolf
Squad mobb deep
So we ain't never shook
A young prodigy
Mind full of havoc
An old soul
Searchin' for a little guidance
War with a nigga
On turf that you don't own
Kill niggas that look like you
The world's so cold
Field of dreams
But you having nightmares
You think the devil's gone
But he's standing right there
Hard to kill shoot to kill
Need better aim
No amount of riches
Can replace the pain
Might go insane
Chasing my own sanity
True lies of your fantasy
Is my reality
Dark times
Enemies working overtime
He ain't sleep in month
Plotting on your demise
Black rose
Red rose
Smell the flowers
If the world is mine
Allow me to make it ours
Flowers
Flowers
I pray before you die
You get your flowers
Flowers
You shouldn't have to die
To get your flowers
Flowers
I pray before you die
You get your flowers
Flowers
You shouldn't have to die
To get your flowers
Autor(es): Bola Beals, Sekou Gregg