Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was
Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two
But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills
What them tippers don't see
Or two. or maybe three?
Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three
You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably
My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax
One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa
These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference
I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,
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