Jakk the Rhymer - Black Petunia lyrics

[Produced by Knxwledge] [Verse 1: STEEZ] I only had two problems with females Comin' off too strong and waitin' too long to move on To save myself a heartache, Cupid gave me a couple of coupons And told me not to choose a chicken head with Jimmy Choos on It's a new day, women want Louboutin Basic necessities, you heard that "Gucci Gucci" song And if she do me wrong, I keep it moving on my quest to find love Still burnin til my doobie's gone I'm lost and trying to find my route But my thoughts only inspire me to find my roots And my conscious won't allow me to shoot So I only value time in the booth If that's fine by you, true I'm trapped in my reality When I look in the mirror, there's a ba*tard staring back at me The last chance of happiness for my family Cause momma's getting older and it's bringing out the man in me I wish it happened sooner cause every afternoon I realize another day is pa**in that I lack improvement I think I'm losin it Homies asking what happened to ya This concrete rose turned into a black petunia I guess that's how it's supposed to go f** being emotional, I'd rather braggadocio Drown in my emotions till I overflow with doper quotes So take a hit of this and pa** it off to so and so [Hook: Steez] Puff, puff, pa** (x3) Are you high enough? I'm just getting fired up [Bridge: Steez] I'm in it for the win cause these L's ain't doing sh** I guess I've grown used to it [Verse 2: Jakk the Rhymer] I need no reminisces of history This the requiem for them hard times We crush up mad trees in this memory trips down Memory lane keep me steps ahead of them I'm headed in the direction of anything that's elevating there That's why I'm writing through the night And momma when your son shine they ain't gon ever take our light again Overpriced taste, we been hungry, we overdue Watching gangstas in the tube, living like they showed me to New Jakk city, so the whole clique paid in full No cinema, but it's coming soon I slow never and it's no wonder I'm in front of you Yo, I rap circles around the globe like the sun and moon Blessed, I was the son of a j** and the world knew He only kept the gold wrapped round his tooth Proof, damn, why do the good die? Damn, pop why you leave at 49? I'm graduating at 53 you should've held up Still thinking about what my seed was gonna call you "Granddad"? "Grandfather"? "Papa"? Reminiscing riding shotgun listening to "Big Poppa" Cause, see, daddy was a street scholar I guess them knife wounds was mnemonic My momma looking at me like the new Mahler I'm hearing her, that black king make Brooklyn look like Nigeria [Hook: Jakk the Rhymer]