Flowers

Take this as a lesson
My spit is a weapon
Don't need Smith and Wesson
I been disrespectin
No time for reflection
I preach like a reverend
My feet, they keep steppin
And I keep on trekking
My way to the crest
I won't settle for second
Niggas who stressing me out
Will kicked in they mouth by a King just like Tekken
I reckon that you don't really want it with me
I'm betting that you don't really run your city
You cappin
I'm Kevin James, King of queens shit
Except for I rep the midwest
Cleveland, what's happening
And I'm holding it down from the windy
Forgive me, but I want the smoke like a chimney
And once it gets in me I bust out the ceiling
And I get the feeling one day it's gone kill me; I'm ready though

I'm on my way
To another plane, plane, plane
And I ain't coming down
For a couple days, days, days
And when I come down
I might never be the same, same, same
I'm on my way to another plane, plane, plane

Back at it again
To reek havoc and sin
To spaz out like an asthmatic having a fit
The craftmatic of men
But I'll shatter the chin
Of any nigga wanna battle the kid
I can't tell you what'll happen to challenger's kids
But let's just say it'll be traumatic and would damage a kid
On a scale of one to real, I be averaging tens
Cause in the game of Life you gotta be a Savage to win
I rather walk the plank than become a mate on a slaveship of label
Cause then I wouldn't be able to show you motherfuckers how unstable I can really be
While standing on this wobbly table we call the industry
I'm in the streets looking for the bread like a pigeon be
Picture me broke, that's a joke, that's a bit to me
White girl all over my face, call it Brittany
White girl all on my face, call her Brittany
Easy as pie, piece of cake, and sip of tea
And I got more bars than a penitentiary
I heard your bars, and they wasn't shit to me
Here's a little tip from me: you should probably quit the team
All you niggas talk about is spending money, sipping lean
How your drip is clean, smoking weed and fucking bitches
But all your IQs in the double digits
And I be tryna raise the bar but you won't fucking listen
So I gotta escape to a place where the fakes disintegrate in the face of the greats
Wild boys in hot water, I be Bathing with apes
And you about to get served like I'm making a plate
Cause I don't give a walking driving swimming flying fuck
And I always stay lit, call a firetruck
I just grew a whole field of flowers, I'ma light it up
And I got that Midas touch
I'm bout to get high as fuck

I'm on my way
To another plane, plane, plane
And I ain't coming down
For a couple days, days, days
And when I come down
I might never be the same, same, same
I'm on my way to another plane, plane, plane

Motherfucker, I'm exhausted
But I'm never resting until they put me in a coffin
See I'm a workaholic and I'm always in my office
And I won't stop the hustle to the doctor say we lost him
Even after leaving I'm going to keep swinging for Cleveland; Kenny Lofton
Analyzing while I'm driving in the car with the guard like Austin
But he won't quit talking about the Cavs offense
Look at us now we awesome
Anyway I'm balling and I don't say that often
I'm the highest in the room you could say I'm lofted
Got the dangerous flow so please proceed recaution
I'm not saying that it's sick but it might make you nauseous
Never losing focus more concentrated than Auschwitz
I'm going to get the money even if I need a hostage
Flyer than an ostrich
Always making profit
And my rhythms keep their heads banging like a mosh pit

At the monsters ball chilling with Bigfoot and the loch Ness
And I blame the alcohol for getting Halle Berry topless
I'm honest when I tell you that I've got this
And I promise you that anyone who tries to stop this will get dropped kicked
So many keys you might think I'm a locksmith
I wear so much black that you might think I Gothic
I smoke so much green that you might think I was toxic
And I spit so much heat you might mistake me for tropic
Nigga, let's go

I'm on my way
To another plane, plane, plane
And I ain't coming down
For a couple days, days, days
And when I come down
I might never be the same, same, same
I'm on my way to another plane, plane, plane