It’s whatever, you shine, i shine
One two three four five six seven eight nine
Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
Where you belong with your family
One two three everybody wana be
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
If we thinking success is only measured by your money
This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe
You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
We once came from fields of cotton to roses
Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids
Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
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