GxneTilNxvember - MY ROSES.

Yeah, da duh
Speaking my truth man
They going to say they feel me either way but I know they don't
Yeah yeah just had to flex my pen real quick you know?
Look
I need my roses while I’m here so I can smell them shits
Just tell my niece and little cousins get it how you live
Just tell my moms I’m sorry for all the shit that I did
You knew I'd grow to be a star no matter what I did
And that’s the truth this letter from me to you
They saying what they going to do, It’s probably already done
I grew up around them thugs, They showed me to work a gun
We posted back on the block hear sirens and then we run aye
Hit the cut then hit the stash stop
Hop the fence back class in my seat before the bell stops
Eyes red weed smoke I’m getting blazed
Hopped up off the porch getting weeded before the ninth grade
Aye they ain’t really notice anyway
Back of class head down writing raps just getting baked
Now this shit is real I’m grown bitch now we getting paid
They could never do the shit I do that’s why they fade away
I’m not saying I’m thuggin'
But out here in Cali that shit could go off in public
Don’t make me get this shit jumping
And all the cones that I’m stuffing
I just rolled up a onion
I’m zoning so I be smoking floating away in the ocean
No emotions tears I dropped when I wrote this
I was told to seize the moment, You capture and then you hold it
No opponents I’m so focused
See lately their weakness showing
They ain’t grinding I’m just building my equity while I smoking look
They like how he get so good at this?
Because niggas nowadays ain't really built for this
Or built like this
Y’all don’t want to step to this
I’m the hardest working person since Mac left this bitch
And that’s the truth I’m just here to bring my vision to you
So you could see clearly everything that I been through
You don’t have to walk in my shoes just to see my view
Just listen closely even when I’m gone I’m here with you I’m saying
This that feeling that you hear Drizzy rapping about
You couldn’t feel me even if you blew half of this ounce
They say they feel you but dawgy what’s the capping about?
I know that you don’t love me so baby why we fucking around?
She hit my phone like yo what's popping love?
I tell her boutta be outside, She said you brought the blunts?
All I smoke is papers got to take care of my lungs
I just rolled up vibe, She caught a vibe and then she fell in love
McQueen poured on a nice evening
You wasn’t around when I dropped vibe season
You hear my pen bleeding and my soul speaking
How much more you needing?
On a Tuesday afternoon she get high to The Weeknd
On a Thursday night that's when she going to call me over
But most the time I’m in the booth working and I ain’t sober
I hit ignore when she call my phone yeah I’m staying focused
Then I get a text saying she sorry she said she needs some closure listen
I understand all the pain I caused
That’s why I don’t get involved
That’s why I just move along
Play this as your favorite song
In the morning hit the bong
All your friends just sing along
I think that's what just pissed you off
Yeah
And I'm sorry
But I'm not really sorry aye aye yeah
You could love me or hate me the underground be on top
The game got too many players to not be focused on the top aye aye aye

Written by:
Jeremiah De La Rosa

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