In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be
If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see
You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto
So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go
Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow
And i know - there'll never be peace
Normally i order three or four of these
See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit
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