Black Roses
Look I ain't trynna fight
Last time you up and left
I'm just trynna make it right
I'm picturing these faces
You be making as you write
These long messages and really think that I'll reply
Damn but there I go
Fingers move a hundred miles an hour
I'll be damn if I let you play me
For some type of coward
Rather drop these bars on beats
Then be dropping em in a shower Forever dread that like Broward county
Know some dudes
Who keep that iron man
No Robert Downey
Life hits hard as Clowney
Hope you never fumble
When you here
They always mumble your praises One thing that never changes
When you gone
That's when they always claim they love you
They will never love you like you love yourself
Keep that thought in mind and you'll be fine if nothing else
Let's get back to flexin
No half stepping
Don't know who is last or second
All I ever knew was stay ahead
You ever lose somebody
After wishing they were dead
Some things are better left unsaid
Some texts are better left on read
Yea ugh when it's winning time
I know that the win is mine
Summer to the winter time
You can catch him at the finish line
I'm feeling like weezy
'05 '06 '07 '08 can't forget bout '09
Who could fuck with that
Working like a lumberjack
Trynna watch these numbers stack
I need a couple stacks
2012 Derrick Rose knees
Tell me who can run with me
Like Jamaicans say it
Who can romp wid me
Way too many dudes claim they ride 'Til that time arrives
Way too many lose they lives
Because of pride
Keep your focus on the prize
Keep your praises to the sky
Word to Allah
You got kids and they ain't got no savings
Nigga why you out here slaving
To me that's backwards
They don't teach em independence in they classes
Classless clout chasing for the masses
Me I can't get down with that practice
Remember doing backflips off of park benches
Heart of the trenches
Queens nigga 'til the day my meeting with God commences
I got different needs
I need a queen
One that's an undercover freak
And not one for the streets
Cutting ties with these fickle minds
I'm a ticking time bomb
Bombing every single time
On the throne
Home alone like Joe Pesci
The flow deadly
I been the one and I don't even know headie
You had a lil run but they can't see me on the track
Ya niggas out here like Sha'Carri ya way in the back
Last place is a place I feel you niggas embracing
I fathered ya whole flow and style homie no relation
How you bragging in ya raps but you ain't win in shit
That's like going 73-9 and ain't win the chip
They can't see my drive like the car tinted
Fake but they claim they authentic
Half the game is full of gimmicks Other half is trynna mimic
I treat this shit like a sport
Some people love to chill and party Me I love to record
Stop telling us that you top this or you top that
You not that so stop that
Like hitting breaks or running on e
She wanted the d
So I pinned her down like I'm counting to three
Stone cold attitude with a rock swag
Every verse get body bagged like morticians
You niggas ain't Jordan or Pippen
Ya more Craig Hodges
I know niggas doing time
'Cause they blew caps
Like they play for the dodgers
These haters still trynna dodge us
Last time you up and left
I'm just trynna make it right
I'm picturing these faces
You be making as you write
These long messages and really think that I'll reply
Damn but there I go
Fingers move a hundred miles an hour
I'll be damn if I let you play me
For some type of coward
Rather drop these bars on beats
Then be dropping em in a shower Forever dread that like Broward county
Know some dudes
Who keep that iron man
No Robert Downey
Life hits hard as Clowney
Hope you never fumble
When you here
They always mumble your praises One thing that never changes
When you gone
That's when they always claim they love you
They will never love you like you love yourself
Keep that thought in mind and you'll be fine if nothing else
Let's get back to flexin
No half stepping
Don't know who is last or second
All I ever knew was stay ahead
You ever lose somebody
After wishing they were dead
Some things are better left unsaid
Some texts are better left on read
Yea ugh when it's winning time
I know that the win is mine
Summer to the winter time
You can catch him at the finish line
I'm feeling like weezy
'05 '06 '07 '08 can't forget bout '09
Who could fuck with that
Working like a lumberjack
Trynna watch these numbers stack
I need a couple stacks
2012 Derrick Rose knees
Tell me who can run with me
Like Jamaicans say it
Who can romp wid me
Way too many dudes claim they ride 'Til that time arrives
Way too many lose they lives
Because of pride
Keep your focus on the prize
Keep your praises to the sky
Word to Allah
You got kids and they ain't got no savings
Nigga why you out here slaving
To me that's backwards
They don't teach em independence in they classes
Classless clout chasing for the masses
Me I can't get down with that practice
Remember doing backflips off of park benches
Heart of the trenches
Queens nigga 'til the day my meeting with God commences
I got different needs
I need a queen
One that's an undercover freak
And not one for the streets
Cutting ties with these fickle minds
I'm a ticking time bomb
Bombing every single time
On the throne
Home alone like Joe Pesci
The flow deadly
I been the one and I don't even know headie
You had a lil run but they can't see me on the track
Ya niggas out here like Sha'Carri ya way in the back
Last place is a place I feel you niggas embracing
I fathered ya whole flow and style homie no relation
How you bragging in ya raps but you ain't win in shit
That's like going 73-9 and ain't win the chip
They can't see my drive like the car tinted
Fake but they claim they authentic
Half the game is full of gimmicks Other half is trynna mimic
I treat this shit like a sport
Some people love to chill and party Me I love to record
Stop telling us that you top this or you top that
You not that so stop that
Like hitting breaks or running on e
She wanted the d
So I pinned her down like I'm counting to three
Stone cold attitude with a rock swag
Every verse get body bagged like morticians
You niggas ain't Jordan or Pippen
Ya more Craig Hodges
I know niggas doing time
'Cause they blew caps
Like they play for the dodgers
These haters still trynna dodge us
Credits
Writer(s): Odera Iloegbunam
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