Flowers

I got one shot
I got charges
That they keep waving on my head
This rap shit gotta take off

I ain't tryna take off his head
Now he scared
When I'm broke
I turn into a different breed
With my dreads
Already in the eye of the feds
Don't come to me with bs
Unless it's getting some paper
I don't need my flowers bitch
Why cause ima take em
I get the party jumping
I don't need no fucking favors
No appreciation
I'm this generation hit maker
Gas him up
He think he lit
He some shit
Cause He a basic
Scary bitch hide behind his mom
like they fucking dating
This Nigga ancient
Nothing for himself but some damn bacon
Fuck that can't mess up my vibration
Can't be no crash dummy
But I'm getting a lil impatient
I'm good at math
But this been the hardest equation



Credits
Writer(s): Donnie Bradley Jr
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