Rose From the Cement
She fucking on a scamming ass
Rich Ass Nigga Huh
But things change and now she
Shopping on the clearance Huh
She Texting Me and I Ain't tryna Interfere this Nigga facing Thirty Years and She ain't show up to one Appearance Huh Dam I tell em
God is who I'm fearing huh
I write record and perform it
Til I lose my hearing Huh
Can't Give No Hoe or no label
My Soul and Spirit Shit I'm On The Road to riches til I lose control
Of the Steering Huh
Try not to crash I do the dash I'm Moving fast and shorty say she love My ass I hope it Last I hope It Last and She ain't gotta show no ass and I ain't Gotta show no cash and I Ain't sippin On No Liquor Pop Champagne and Pour a Glass For My Niggas No Longer Breathing They No Longer Breathing Dude Was Blowing Up They Shot Em Down All For No Fucking Reason cj Was The Perfect Dude They Shot Em For No Fucking Reason That Shit Turned Me Cold Man Keep Yo Heat Yea its That fucking season Thinking Dammit
Can't be the only one that's leading All The homies Cripping I ain't Leaving This Motherfucker bleeding I fuck You when it's half past five just Like The Weeknd and Heard shorty Out Here freaking But lastnight she Sucked my Fucking semen the rose From the Cement Is all I ever claimed To be bullets out here flying I thank God That they Ain't aimed at me
Good kids out here dying oh my Lord It's such a shame to see
Got Me poppin pills to numb the Feels It's so much pain in me shit
Rich Ass Nigga Huh
But things change and now she
Shopping on the clearance Huh
She Texting Me and I Ain't tryna Interfere this Nigga facing Thirty Years and She ain't show up to one Appearance Huh Dam I tell em
God is who I'm fearing huh
I write record and perform it
Til I lose my hearing Huh
Can't Give No Hoe or no label
My Soul and Spirit Shit I'm On The Road to riches til I lose control
Of the Steering Huh
Try not to crash I do the dash I'm Moving fast and shorty say she love My ass I hope it Last I hope It Last and She ain't gotta show no ass and I ain't Gotta show no cash and I Ain't sippin On No Liquor Pop Champagne and Pour a Glass For My Niggas No Longer Breathing They No Longer Breathing Dude Was Blowing Up They Shot Em Down All For No Fucking Reason cj Was The Perfect Dude They Shot Em For No Fucking Reason That Shit Turned Me Cold Man Keep Yo Heat Yea its That fucking season Thinking Dammit
Can't be the only one that's leading All The homies Cripping I ain't Leaving This Motherfucker bleeding I fuck You when it's half past five just Like The Weeknd and Heard shorty Out Here freaking But lastnight she Sucked my Fucking semen the rose From the Cement Is all I ever claimed To be bullets out here flying I thank God That they Ain't aimed at me
Good kids out here dying oh my Lord It's such a shame to see
Got Me poppin pills to numb the Feels It's so much pain in me shit
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Writer(s): Brison Manuel
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