Blood on the rose petals
Ever been killed in the meadow?
The nights get cold, ghetto
Doing anything to keep the heat on
They tell us that we ain't special
Chip on my shoulder for that one
Now a nigga ball hard like an AND1
No loss, I'm the boss, I'm the champion
No loss, no boss, I'm the champion
I been a rockstar, but I been rapping so ambient
These niggas think I'm soft, but with the sniper, I'm camping them
These niggas want to be me, because my flow is so elegant
Yeah, and they want to be me so bad
Because off my last verse I made about 40 racks
The ho got cut off, 'cause she tried to tell me how to act
Shoutout to my pops 'cause he really taught me how to stack
Woah, and baby girl, you know
If you leave me, you asking for the gun smoke
This is real, no cap, baby no joke
You are my home (my home), crack a smile when your name surfaces on my phone
This a two tone (Two tone), uh, water on my wrist It's a splash zone
Blood on the rose petals
Ever been killed in the meadow?
The nights get cold, ghetto
Doing anything to keep the heat on
They tell us that we ain't special
Chip on my shoulder for that one
Now a nigga ball hard like an AND1
No loss, I'm the boss, I'm the champion
And I'm 17, with really big dreams
You know I'm really young, but I done seen a few things
Niggas know the shit that kill 'em, but they still wanna fein
I'll beat a nigga 'till he blue, while I ball for that green
Yeah, and I'm balling harder than the Celtics
He don't know what hit him, but his ass had really felt it
He can't handle thunder, man, just like he Raymond Felton
He on 1 HP from all the damage that it dealt him
Yeah, and you know just how it go, though
I got the bad latina, and you know she really loco
I cannot f*ck with you if you hella f*cking local
'Cause it's a good chance that everybody know you
And I'm riding down the city in my 2-door
They try to bring me down like I was riding in New York
But I'm with my twin, towering over these old folks
But nigga I was made to get that paper like an envelope (Like an envelope)
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Blood on the rose petals
Ever been killed in the meadow?
The nights get cold, ghetto
Doing anything to keep the heat on
They tell us that we ain't special
Chip on my shoulder for that one
Now a nigga ball hard like an AND1
No loss, I'm the boss, I'm the champion
No loss, no boss, I'm the champion
I been a rockstar, but I been rapping so ambient
These niggas think I'm soft, but with the sniper, I'm camping them
These niggas want to be me, because my flow is so elegant
Yeah, and they want to be me so bad
Because off my last verse I made about 40 racks
The ho got cut off, 'cause she tried to tell me how to act
Shoutout to my pops 'cause he really taught me how to stack
Woah, and baby girl, you know
If you leave me, you asking for the gun smoke
This is real, no cap, baby no joke
You are my home (my home), crack a smile when your name surfaces on my phone
This a two tone (Two tone), uh, water on my wrist It's a splash zone
Blood on the rose petals
Ever been killed in the meadow?
The nights get cold, ghetto
Doing anything to keep the heat on
They tell us that we ain't special
Chip on my shoulder for that one
Now a nigga ball hard like an AND1
No loss, I'm the boss, I'm the champion
And I'm 17, with really big dreams
You know I'm really young, but I done seen a few things
Niggas know the shit that kill 'em, but they still wanna fein
I'll beat a nigga 'till he blue, while I ball for that green
Yeah, and I'm balling harder than the Celtics
He don't know what hit him, but his ass had really felt it
He can't handle thunder, man, just like he Raymond Felton
He on 1 HP from all the damage that it dealt him
Yeah, and you know just how it go, though
I got the bad latina, and you know she really loco
I cannot f*ck with you if you hella f*cking local
'Cause it's a good chance that everybody know you
And I'm riding down the city in my 2-door
They try to bring me down like I was riding in New York
But I'm with my twin, towering over these old folks
But nigga I was made to get that paper like an envelope (Like an envelope)
Ever been killed in the meadow?
The nights get cold, ghetto
Doing anything to keep the heat on
They tell us that we ain't special
Chip on my shoulder for that one
Now a nigga ball hard like an AND1
No loss, I'm the boss, I'm the champion
No loss, no boss, I'm the champion
I been a rockstar, but I been rapping so ambient
These niggas think I'm soft, but with the sniper, I'm camping them
These niggas want to be me, because my flow is so elegant
Yeah, and they want to be me so bad
Because off my last verse I made about 40 racks
The ho got cut off, 'cause she tried to tell me how to act
Shoutout to my pops 'cause he really taught me how to stack
Woah, and baby girl, you know
If you leave me, you asking for the gun smoke
This is real, no cap, baby no joke
You are my home (my home), crack a smile when your name surfaces on my phone
This a two tone (Two tone), uh, water on my wrist It's a splash zone
Blood on the rose petals
Ever been killed in the meadow?
The nights get cold, ghetto
Doing anything to keep the heat on
They tell us that we ain't special
Chip on my shoulder for that one
Now a nigga ball hard like an AND1
No loss, I'm the boss, I'm the champion
And I'm 17, with really big dreams
You know I'm really young, but I done seen a few things
Niggas know the shit that kill 'em, but they still wanna fein
I'll beat a nigga 'till he blue, while I ball for that green
Yeah, and I'm balling harder than the Celtics
He don't know what hit him, but his ass had really felt it
He can't handle thunder, man, just like he Raymond Felton
He on 1 HP from all the damage that it dealt him
Yeah, and you know just how it go, though
I got the bad latina, and you know she really loco
I cannot f*ck with you if you hella f*cking local
'Cause it's a good chance that everybody know you
And I'm riding down the city in my 2-door
They try to bring me down like I was riding in New York
But I'm with my twin, towering over these old folks
But nigga I was made to get that paper like an envelope (Like an envelope)
Writer: Von Williams
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