Dead Roses

Uh You gettin' agitated from waitin', I smell your hatin' You want my spot, huh? You've been practicin' your celebration The type that wanna slow you down when you're acceleratin' Entitled niggas want results without the dedication Really believed in what you talkin', you'd be workin' on it In brick and day mode, and you haven't been the perfect mornin' Stayin' true to yourself, dawg, it's what's most important Remember all that was done for you, treat your folks accordin' Lean on the motherfuckin' sofa like the hook recordin' When it rains it's a storm, watch all the culprits pourin' State of emergency, hear the culture callin' And they wanna seem cool, they make you focus on 'em You lose your life, too much sleepin', havin' a dream is tough Niggas gotta see your blood stream to make your streams go up Came in the business, fire and a diesel cup It's my fault you runnin' in place? Ain't even stuck I'm hopin' it's just a phase The moves'll have you questionnin' the way that they were raised I'm looking 'round amazed It's like it's so hard to congratulate a nigga nowadays (Congratulations) Now the community's enraged But they don't give a shit about you 'til you on the front page And the sympathy is staged A bunch of motherfuckers puttin' flowers on your grave Uh, so quick to paint a different picture when that chalk's around 'em That ain't your friend, soon as he walks away, you talk about him All he wanted for you's the best, he never cut your throat All the women in the world, you wanna fuck his though Nowadays everything different, even suckers blow Bitch niggas with big ass jewelry, you'd have to tuck it though Okay, you walked in my stompin' grounds but you tip-toe Bangin' on rumors, damn, I miss hangin' up with my flip phone You tattle-tale on niggas, you need your lips sewn The veins frozen, the flow's golden, the Crips' chrome Go against me, you be blue, niggas get buried different What good is the seed if you niggas gon' be out here cherry pickin'? Ain't postin' on social medias, you can tell he missin' Found with all them holes in his head, imaginary pimpin' Give me flowers while I can smell 'em Life stinks, I wrote the seven Only right I slow down, I was a MAC-11 I'm hopin' it's just a phase The moves'll have you questionnin' the way that they were raised I'm looking 'round amazed It's like it's so hard to congratulate a nigga nowadays (Congratulations) Now the community's enraged But they don't give a shit about you 'til you on the front page And the sympathy is staged A bunch of motherfuckers puttin' flowers on your grave Dead roses Give me mine while I can smell 'em Dead roses Fuck I'm gonna do with 'em in Heaven? Dead roses Give me mine while I can smell 'em Dead roses Fuck I'm gonna do with them in Heaven? --- Dead Roses - Lloyd Banks