Flowers lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Made n*ggas, Scarface became Jigga
Wayne Perry Rafel, Alpo scriptures
Hood fellas, the black version of Goodfellas
They hot dog and recollecting that old relish
Mike Fray, Cornell Jones, Eddie Vance
Deadly had this, had n*ggas living fast
Yeah we had shhh... but what we didn't have
Bending the rules to get it, it was like doing math
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
n*ggas on Section 8, bagging up, selling weight
9, 10, 11, 12, 13 grams
One G short, still sold as a half
G-town used to charge double
Making sales outta cabs with kush in an orange bubble
The sh*t that employs the judge, the lawyer, the DA's, and the jail workers
Open the window you hear murders
Damn, n*ggas just didn't want to flip burgers
Plan, because if you don't you won't see further
Am, the A.M., the P.M., the streets I'mma be in, come see 'em
Opinionatedly speaking they true cause they still wanna be 'em
f*ck taxes, W-2's and a BM[W]
The sin of the slaves black, but they ain't European
Clothes Italian representing my hood
It's G's all over and Gucci is overrstood
My uncle wore Versace and silk shirts
Shades Biggie used to wear, yeah, he was here first
In that D.C. slang: whatcha been flew in?
You bojanglin with my city then I might lose it
Your necks rolling to the egos or the ice to it
But everything can be taken away, and if I do it
I'mma overdo it cause hey if we get stupid
Then you might learn a lesson today, my n*gga, point proven
[Hook:]
I got mouths to feed 'till they put flowers on me
Scared money don't make money, ain't no coward to me
I got mouths to feed 'till they put flowers on me
Scared money don't make money, ain't no coward to me

[Verse 2:]
I used to feed my brother Darius
Oodles and noodles, I'd buy a piece and give him half of it
Shooters were shooting, prolly killing on the accident
Back when they was about the freedom, wasn't laughing then, what's happening?
Forethoughts were shoveling slow, I was shoveling snow
Door-to-door getting dough, but see, we learn as we grow
I did it for them J's but I never saved for a rainy day
Eventually came, applying the hustle took the pain away
Back against the wall n*ggas do what they need
The (???) was running numbers, the n*ggas was selling weed
Poor class, luxury, intentions to be free... and stable
But let's see y'all go below the ankle
Touching the pedal with something clean
Money in my jeans, but since we only possess what we know I'm in the league
Out of your range, not in your lane, not in your speed
The times I went through made me hustle, made me believe
That if I wanted to have the ones that lasted on me
If what I build ain't good then it'll fall back on me
n*ggas calling back complaining, sh*t coming up short
Cause Mom's late with the rent, n*gga, and we coming up short
I'm having thoughts of robbery now, and kicking down doors
Thinking like, "whoever owe me, I've got 50 rounds for 'em"
The game you love, I mastered it, all city status
Can hear echoes in the fridge so it was only a reaction
And it's all downhill after you climaxing
That's why n*ggas doing what they doing with no passion
Now n*ggas hustle just to keep up with they habit
But Trix are for kids, you silly rabbits
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