Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with
I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
We once came from fields of cotton to roses
And i'll be rich if i get another diss
In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps
One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
And it's you, can't even front i press ignore
So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four
One two three to late now your gone busted nose
Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes
It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
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