Rose Flowers lyrics

[Verse 1: Heem Stogied]
Check
Uh
I'm 'bout to dump like a fat b*tch on the toilet
n*ggas know, four-five, I hold it
Get my sh*t right, a bullet wound'll end your life
No drums, this sh*t is sounding tight
Hip-hop 'til the day I die
f*ck rap, 'cause all these n*ggas lie
Now how the f*ck can I see eye to eye
With a faggot n*gga [?]?
You catfish and you gettin' fried
I got the gun on the right side, gooned up
My n*ggas ready to ride
b*tch n*gga, might as well commit suicide
I'm a boss, better show respect
Real n*ggas like to lift the Tec
Then we come back like Jesus wept
Get your crew swept
Street sweepers, ridin' around with heatseekers
Blastin' n*ggas out they sneakers
Heem Stog', the locomotive; I only got one purpose
But these n*ggas actin' nervous
So I'm givin' n*ggas hurtful service
Gotta get bread for these thoughtful verses
Tryna shake off these hateful curses
Bad b*tches, yeah, they impressed with purses
Real b*tches like, "That sh*t is worthless"
Heem Stog', no need to ID
I'm blastin' n*ggas in the f*cking street
This raw dog grimy sh*t
Executive labels scared to sign me, sh*t
'Cause I'm thuggin', n*ggas think I'm buggin'
Nah, I need the cream
sh*t is real when you tryna live a f*ckin' dream
People hate, they ready to take my place
The slow turtle never win the race
Spray your face like f*ckin' mace
[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Uh
Check it, uh
Spray you like a aerosol can
Never been a fan of n*ggas' raps, I'm tellin' you, man
Learnt the trick of the trade to get paid
And split it up in sections
The block open you up, similar to dissections
Misdirections; took upon the straight path
K blast, them n*ggas prob'ly got the same dad
Seven day candles burnin', effects permanent
That's what violence is, you know we all heard of it
They draw conclusions based on Zodiac signs
Between white lines: another manslaughter crime
Surviving these bright times, been hated for a lifetime
Just tryna make it to the bright shrine
Uh

[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
I'll put this buck in your face
Stab you up from the waist
Do a month and a day - look
You f*ckin' with kids that don't play
Shoot your crib in the way
You won't make it out the day - look
I'll put the buck in your face
Stab you up from the waist
Do a month and a day - look
You f*cking with kids that don't play
Shoot your crib in the way
You won't make it out the day, uh