Fake Flowers (Radio Edit)

Drifting away at the end of the day

I know niggas that say

They want no smoke

Not for the fade

Or cause they afraid of pain

They done made a lane

And can't go ghost

Ear to the street like them old folks

You constantly moving the goal post

Sleeping on me quick then

You become a victim getting rid of them who doze most

Peep at the top and I knock competition

Who saying a lot but dont spot when to listen

My bucket list through like a mop in the prison

You still in the rat race and locked in the system

I copped a new kitten you hissing n puss

Flick of da fingerll get em to shush

Birdies get pushed cause one in the hand

Is worth more than the two that may sit in the bush

Moving around with no caution

He had him a conscience and lost em

Praying to God and he awestruck

I'm chilling playing Im so awesome

Skipping them dues it'll cost him

I dont care who there where ever you all from

Im into mobbin

Then its the Rodman

Red up his head up up top his whole noggin

We eat but still move like we starving

I need space like Im Marvin the martian

I need the whole pie my cake and to eat it too

Filling icing and the frosting

You get bigger when you bossin

Thinking he wavy well stick em in ocean

You get picked up in the motion

Without nobody having no notions

Toasting never losing no focus

We move like we soldiers

Tell ya closest

I'm a modern colussius

With a couple of holsters

Buenos noches

Gettin rid of you roaches

Til the paper like Oprahs

Place yo whole crib on my sofas

Overcharging for the Cold Crush