Black Roses

Yeah, the day I stop talking on a beat
That'll be the day I stop walking on my feet
When I'm with your bitch, it's like I'm talking in my sleep
And I ain't worried 'bout no dirt 'cause I got diamonds on my sleeves

Say I ain't worried 'bout no dirt 'cause I put diamonds on these cleats
Might just walk inside your hood just to laugh at what I see
And I know you hold grudges, but don't put 'em all on me
And you was ugly on the inside, I still put your ass on fleek

Yeah, you tried to play me now we playin' hide and seek
I got one, two, three, four slugs for that leech
I got one, two, three, four dubs for that treesh
And the only thing I learned is ain't no love in these streets, oh-oh

And don't give me that pill 'cause I might take it shawty
And don't give me your heart 'cause I might break it shawty
I cut off my line, I need a break from shawty
And I'ma have to be for you to make me sorry (yeah)

(Ooh, la-la-la)
We used to rock, but that was only when you was doing your thing (yeah)
(Ooh, la-la-la)
Put some money on his top and I could tell you what they bring
(Ooh, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la, nah)
Since you the reason why I made them bad choices
Every now and then, I'll send you black roses

Yeah, I would play tit-for-tat, but I don't get shit for that
When everything you say is a lie, you should get hit for that
When there's a price to pay, you put it on your tab (yeah)
I'm your father figure and I put that on my dad (yeah)

Bitch I got time on my wrist, fuck the time we had
We gotta triple up the score before I fuckin' brag
Don't tell me who you fuckin' on, that's not gon' make me sad (yeah)
I got expensive pockets, but I sag, so they could see my ass

And that's only 'cause they deserve it
And everything I got nigga I earned it
Took an L, but I'm a G just like your service
And only even if I speak to them, I speak in cursive (no, no, no)

And don't give me that pill 'cause I might take it shawty
And don't give me your heart 'cause I might break it shawty
I cut off my line, I need a break from shawty
And I'ma have to be for you to make me sorry (yeah)

(Ooh, la-la-la)
We used to rock, but that was only when you was doing your thing (yeah)
(Ooh, la-la-la)
Put some money on his top and I could tell you what they bring
(Ooh, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la, nah)
Since you the reason why I made them bad choices
Every now and then, I'll send you black roses



Credits
Writer(s): Rivera Justin Irvin
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