AB the Pro - Flowers lyrics

[Verse 1:] Made n***as, Scarface became Jigga Wayne Perry Rafel, Alpo scriptures Hood fellas, the black version of Goodfellas They hot dog and recollecting that old relish Mike Fray, Cornell Jones, Eddie Vance Deadly had this, had n***as living fast Yeah we had shhh... but what we didn't have Bending the rules to get it, it was like doing math 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 n***as on Section 8, bagging up, selling weight 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 grams One G short, still sold as a half G-town used to charge double Making sales outta cabs with kush in an orange bubble The sh** that employs the judge, the lawyer, the DA's, and the jail workers Open the window you hear murders Damn, n***as just didn't want to flip burgers Plan, because if you don't you won't see further Am, the A.M., the P.M., the streets I'mma be in, come see 'em Opinionatedly speaking they true cause they still wanna be 'em f** taxes, W-2's and a BM[W] The sin of the slaves black, but they ain't European Clothes Italian representing my hood It's G's all over and Gucci is overrstood My uncle wore Versace and silk shirts Shades Biggie used to wear, yeah, he was here first In that D.C. slang: whatcha been flew in? You bojanglin with my city then I might lose it Your necks rolling to the egos or the ice to it But everything can be taken away, and if I do it I'mma overdo it cause hey if we get stupid Then you might learn a lesson today, my n***a, point proven [Hook:] I got mouths to feed 'till they put flowers on me Scared money don't make money, ain't no coward to me I got mouths to feed 'till they put flowers on me Scared money don't make money, ain't no coward to me [Verse 2:] I used to feed my brother Darius Oodles and noodles, I'd buy a piece and give him half of it Shooters were shooting, prolly k**ing on the accident Back when they was about the freedom, wasn't laughing then, what's happening? Forethoughts were shoveling slow, I was shoveling snow Door-to-door getting dough, but see, we learn as we grow I did it for them J's but I never saved for a rainy day Eventually came, applying the hustle took the pain away Back against the wall n***as do what they need The (???) was running numbers, the n***as was selling weed Poor cla**, luxury, intentions to be free... and stable But let's see y'all go below the ankle Touching the pedal with something clean Money in my jeans, but since we only possess what we know I'm in the league Out of your range, not in your lane, not in your speed The times I went through made me hustle, made me believe That if I wanted to have the ones that lasted on me If what I build ain't good then it'll fall back on me n***as calling back complaining, sh** coming up short Cause Mom's late with the rent, n***a, and we coming up short I'm having thoughts of robbery now, and kicking down doors Thinking like, "whoever owe me, I've got 50 rounds for 'em" The game you love, I mastered it, all city status Can hear echoes in the fridge so it was only a reaction And it's all downhill after you climaxing That's why n***as doing what they doing with no pa**ion Now n***as hustle just to keep up with they habit But Trix are for kids, you silly rabbits [Hook]