Lyrics:
soul, it rose
Turn into a black crow and fly into the internal night
That's when I also take flight
I turn into a great falcon
With mighty wings, when
Got a fashion killer, and I put baguettes all on her pistol
Keep her classy with a ratchet by her side if she got issues
She tell me it's time
at the door is looking by my side
I can see a black rose I don't need no light
lying on a bed my body's kinda petrified
cnd it always is getting closer when I
Got a fashion killer, and I put baguettes all on her pistol
Keep her classy with a ratchet by her side if she got issues
She tell me it's time
Thinking bout all this shit that I do for you
Gotta be your one
Can't be your number two
Roses they stay red and dead prezzies blue
Yeah dead
I came back from the dead with a lot of fire
This a dragon’s nest, ain’t no cease fire
Came from raising hell with a devil’s stare
Dressed in black
back a man
Tell your story to these black and brown kids in Compton
Let 'em know you was just like them
But you still rose from that dark place
back
Killing these niggas in all black
Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast
Bad, it's two, it's not even nobody bad as you (oh yeah)
Come on,
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car
"Gangster Rap has become incredibly popular and profitable
By selling lyrics about black-on-black violence"
"It's not actually a form of music"
I took my time, I fought my brain
Worked hard and cried, still felt some pain
Devil said hi, God called my name
To hell and back, he rose again
She
on my main bitch?
Imma pull up imma leave they ass hit
Yeah peeling like a rose
Getting so rich counting dough with my bros
Pulling up all black, like
Sigh, Sigh
Sigh by side
Oversight
Down where your eyes
Were so close, died
Black the time
As it was the Rose
All the time
Walking so fast
Proud to be
Whatever happen to my
Garden of black roses
Oh nurturin' years of so long
Whatever happen to my
Garden of black roses
They say a stranger
England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm
never too long
He stood by the mirror and picked out a rose
But I already wrote him a song
Yes, I already wrote him a song
So here I sit with my
This for them people who doubted
I got connections like I was a router
Dominican roses my shawty a flower
Dropship that pack my phone buzz by
write a name, put a check on it
She suck my dick get a check for it
Im tripping maybach, Maybach, Maybach
Maybach in this bitch
Back to back and the black
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
Cause They love the way I rap
Or shoot big shots like I’m
Horry
But I’ma product of my grandma prayers
Knighted nappy black kids as heirs
So they wouldn’t
job
Black millionaire brunches
Sons raised by their aunties
Pops getting no sleep
Mom catching flights in and out the country
Benz whipping out
Concrete roses at the graveyard
A nigga getting tired of this day job
I mean it feel like the boy don’t get no days off
But I’m getting money man I
will not stop for you
I send this withered rose to you
I send this withered rose to you on your tomb
The sun will never shine on us again
Black clouds
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