flowers rise

yeah

uh

duh-duh daaaa duh-duh daaa duh da. nigga got beef

i fuck with ya

i don't give a fuck

talk shit

get stuck where the flowers rise

underground ass niggas

pussy in ya face

put no albums out

but you got twelve mixtapes

can't get beats

cause producers won't fuck with ya

say you killin' people in ya rhymes you a stunt double

livin with cha partners

talk

not even sellin

you was an old pepsi can

wouldn't even sell coke

i'm burnin' all rivals

i'm a survivor

not promoting bullshit

i'm just keepin it honest

and to all the kids

you don't gotta sell drugs

being a thug is a fashion

that's why i stay laughin'

you get in too deep

you'll find out what happens

i know a couple people dead

but i'm a keep it rappin'. keep my head to the sky

ex-out distractions

that's him with the mac on 'em

flag

taught me

things i couldn't learn from subtraction

i'm only addin' like the boy that took the al out of aladdin

i'm so lonely on this pony

riding over the sunlight

ah

way past your head

i'm. i go to sleep where ya brunch at

i don't be playin' with some cats

life choices so critical;

one step you're here

the next one

you be invisible

its our war

i'm livin on the other side of magic mountain

i'm loving every body

and i'm a keep it comin

stay with me

that mac 50

man i stay blunted

i got love in my heart

way before the money

so when i open up my heart

it start floatin to me

buh duh duhh duh-duh duhhhh.