Flowers
Yeah
As their jaw drops in amazement this that rose flower out the pavement
Reminiscing bout how the older days went
Yeah, they sacred, we bring em back with playlists
Give a fuck about your A-lists, don't make sense cause
When I was down and out, all I had was Mark and B
And back then we felt signed, working on a team
But we left that up in the past, that was just a dream
Yeah, that was just a dream
But like cole said, I recognize my life is a dream
And I dream new shit, I'll give my heart and soul for this team
But I ain't stupid, just take me back to the days where we all was dreaming lucid
Cause who said, that it would all be so simple
Cause back then we had mastered the sound but we had rent due
Thinking back to the records we lost, we lost our friends too
See back then a bottle, some weed made it eventful
Now let's go
I been dreaming of the day I get posted with the homies
With some 40's with my chica always blowing up my phone
Cause she loves me in her lolo living blessed
Let's take a photo, make a motion picture, slo-mo I can never be alone
We too blessed to be stressed, middle finger to the rest
Who be causing you distress, let's take this toast to let it go
Loving yours, feels the best, if I ain't give you my best
These growing pains, they would never leave me lone for the rest
Another day, another dollar
I come and holler at you motherfuckers
I come to claim the throne
All alone, I'm in my zone
Puffing on that chars, putting motherfuckers in they hearse
Being great is just a fucking curse I make the beat, destroy the fucking verse
No rehearse, I don't do it for the purse I'm driving forward, no reverse
And if my shit is wack then holler at me, I'll reimburse
Man, they best shit is worse than my worst is
I should pen their verses, type of shit that make you nervous
Reverse this, count the bars, you can't rehearse this
Spaz on a beat, that'll tell you what my worth is
Flower growing out of concrete, my opposition is beyond weak
I'm seeing green, like them robbers from the crime scene
My rhyme scheme been dope since I was 19 I'm balling on the court, kobe sixes lime green
God keep you from the things that I've seen
I'm sitting cooking in the kitchen, making beats for breakfast
Trying to be the fucking bestest, till then I'm restless
Every shot you don't take, you just miss more god gave me this ability that you could only
Wish for I'm piling bodies on the sixth floor
It's time to check the score I bet I'm winning by 36 or more
As their jaw drops in amazement this that rose flower out the pavement
Reminiscing bout how the older days went
Yeah, they sacred, we bring em back with playlists
Give a fuck about your A-lists, don't make sense cause
When I was down and out, all I had was Mark and B
And back then we felt signed, working on a team
But we left that up in the past, that was just a dream
Yeah, that was just a dream
But like cole said, I recognize my life is a dream
And I dream new shit, I'll give my heart and soul for this team
But I ain't stupid, just take me back to the days where we all was dreaming lucid
Cause who said, that it would all be so simple
Cause back then we had mastered the sound but we had rent due
Thinking back to the records we lost, we lost our friends too
See back then a bottle, some weed made it eventful
Now let's go
I been dreaming of the day I get posted with the homies
With some 40's with my chica always blowing up my phone
Cause she loves me in her lolo living blessed
Let's take a photo, make a motion picture, slo-mo I can never be alone
We too blessed to be stressed, middle finger to the rest
Who be causing you distress, let's take this toast to let it go
Loving yours, feels the best, if I ain't give you my best
These growing pains, they would never leave me lone for the rest
Another day, another dollar
I come and holler at you motherfuckers
I come to claim the throne
All alone, I'm in my zone
Puffing on that chars, putting motherfuckers in they hearse
Being great is just a fucking curse I make the beat, destroy the fucking verse
No rehearse, I don't do it for the purse I'm driving forward, no reverse
And if my shit is wack then holler at me, I'll reimburse
Man, they best shit is worse than my worst is
I should pen their verses, type of shit that make you nervous
Reverse this, count the bars, you can't rehearse this
Spaz on a beat, that'll tell you what my worth is
Flower growing out of concrete, my opposition is beyond weak
I'm seeing green, like them robbers from the crime scene
My rhyme scheme been dope since I was 19 I'm balling on the court, kobe sixes lime green
God keep you from the things that I've seen
I'm sitting cooking in the kitchen, making beats for breakfast
Trying to be the fucking bestest, till then I'm restless
Every shot you don't take, you just miss more god gave me this ability that you could only
Wish for I'm piling bodies on the sixth floor
It's time to check the score I bet I'm winning by 36 or more
Credits
Writer(s): Cecilio Vazquez
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