can I try... I bought you some flowers but they died on the way I brought you dead flowers Guess that they feel the same So take these dead flowers Keep these dead flowers
CHORUS] (Let me tell you) (Let me tell you something) [VERSE 2] Now guess what I heard: a brother can't flow That is a no, no, no, cause I flow just
Verse 1: E-Money Bags] I thought the Earth saw, saw it all I thought they wasn't ready for no more? It's time for a new beginning For every action, there
for protection Never was a showoff, my guns go off Kept it in the closet, damn it got to go off Took it outside, blazed it in the sky It wasnt just me
the beat, you can't stop it Me and Ro making profit, niggas trying to baller block it But how the hell, can you knock it Get down on it, sit down on it
picture that, tell them niggaz it's a wrap Tell them niggaz it's a trap, hit them niggaz with the straps They'll never make it out alive, will survive
how we do it, get the stash we screw it We arch you to it, like Nike just do it You had a chance you blew it, so now it's my turn If you not from round
is just, so if we don't seek Him dawg then we outta luck What good is it to gain the world and in the end lose ya soul? It's foolish bro, there's a loving
well I'm fresh like produce Suckas never bite my stuff when they competin' It's just too raw for them to think about eatin' If y'all ain't heard the word
So please, it be's a pleasure when it's business, you know And it's all about the pleasure when the 'P' flow Ya hear me? [Chorus x3:] Oh, party... talkin
makin' life long plans It's cold how the game switched, I'm respected But it's twisted how it seem that you can't except it Doin' what you said you never
the map with this mackin shit Time will tell if it's made well Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it
occasional pain from a man like me, who goes against the grain Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble Hey Mister! It's time for
little nigga Most of these niggaz be bitches too but you'll never hear that side of the story So uhh, we finna do this shit like this It's like I tell
the Underground Niggas get clowned when I come around Boom boom motherfucker and it don't stop Fuck a cop pass the glock and it won't stop If ya ready for my flow
a hit. Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it
causin damage on our quest for cabbage They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it Most wanted by the population murdered you for it Exploit your weakness revenge flow