White Roses

I wasn't ready to die, sh*t I lived was notorious
I picked up big and had to kick in the doors of a stick-up kid
With suicidal thoughts, needed one more chance
In exchange for cash and jewelry he had
A juicy stash from robbing dealers on the ave
He give me the loot if I gave him a pass
I agree, as a warning whoop his ass
Had to respect that, he lucked up
Could've been dead and stickin; machine gun funk
A friend of mine had the heat out, ready to dump
I told 'em "Things done changed, put that in the trunk"
It's a everyday struggle, I gave him the gift
Of life, he said "Man it's just me and my b*tch
I don't want beef with you"
He knew to what not like Big Poppa, I'm unbelievable, uh

Genius like GZA on beats by RZA
Reign supreme clientele, Ghostface delivered
Peep the wallabies and artistry as I receive
With food for thought like a chief when mouth to feed

Can't forget Inspectah Deck (N*gga what up?)
Mega, the skill is real hot like meth
Flow impeccable, swarm like U-God and Masta Killa
In Winter Warz, Cappadonna sword was very critical
Like mathematics in advanced classes
With complex mind, deep as the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Will never be forgotten, his name is forever
Even in the essence of creation



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Clervoix, Cory Mc Kay, Kyron Sedelle Ellis
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