BLUE FLOWER SKULLS

Nigga, you ain't funny (Bro what this bitch talking about, g)
You just boring as fuck (She's crazy bro)
And lame as hell (What the fuck!)
Cuz only lame niggas say that shit (It's different, it's really different)

Busting off a lick don't need no shiesty Imma hit that bitch in public
Shawty think I'm fronting I won't show her off in public
I can't have you hanging around these niggas I been ducking
Going through the team I check the roster, then I sub in
So many W's they be spamming in the group chat
Coming from my views, ain't nobody every touch that
Heard they looking for me, they can't wait until I come back
Semi automatic put the clip in then I dump that
Had to hit the block just like I run track
Pop a perc like a Staminup cuz Juggernaut I been that
I don't need no friends I got my brothers at the Oak (At the Oak)
I can tell just how they acting half these niggas just for show
Never going sad about a hoe
Takashi Murakami I'm the goat
Blue Flower Skull when I go, go, go, go

Takashi Murakami I'm the goat
I paint a perfect picture with this rhythm and this flow
Get up on that stage, they gon hate it when I go
Get another season bitch I'm coming back for sure
Coming back for more, everything I'm owed
Bought another bag off not doing what I'm told
Had to get a quote, blue flower skull
Everything I wrote, shit so beautiful and bold

Basically, I just decided to make music
And there were a lot of people that didn't agree with that
But I knew this was something I had to fucking do
And I knew as much as they hate it now, it would make sense to them later

Yeah, I lost my brother, rest in peace to Mike
That shit done changed up my whole view of life
So I can't even contemplate bout taking mine
Gotta keep those memories until the end of time
So now I got this vendetta, that shit gets clipped like Berettas
How you think you a legend you barely been an omega
I play this shit like its Sega, I got combos like Vega
I keep this mask on my player, that shit wont do you no favors
I can't talk to these niggas, they professional haters
Bitch this ain't been the last supper I can't break bread with no traitors
You get crossed up in Vegas, prolly drowning in Dallas
Ain't no life how we make it, so I'm letting in madness
All the time that I wasted
These the cards I been playing
How you say I won't make it
That's on my downfall you praying
Took a look at these limits, you can see what I'm breaking
Popping off been the mission, I don't got time for no basic
Shit, I won't blame you if you leaving now
The type of shit we doing, can't even believe it now
Buy a ticket for the show, come and see it now
I had to stand up on this stage so you can't see me down

I ain't even really lie
I had class last night fools, I had class
And I'm feeling motivational as fuck after that motherfucker
My advice to you, do not be afraid to fail
Failure is your friend and it's success's friend
It's success's friend
So that's my shit for the day
Y'all niggas eat up, keep eating up man
Y'all got this shit
Y'all feeling down now, it's all good, it's all good
It's kinda good to be feeling like y'all feeling right now
Cuz it just means y'all wanna succeed
But y'all got this shit let's get this bread niggas



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Forrest
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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