[Verse 1]
This goes out to all the bitches, and the hoes
You got one life to live, what you doing with yours?
I been putting in work, I been doing my chores
I'm tryng to strike you as a good guy, but you just striking a pose
See my life as a Rose, cause I pedal like Derrick
I'm weak in the knees at these thoughts that I cherish
Live faithful, disgraceful, along with my merits
It's clear, I don't get along with my parents, that's cool
But I'm cool too, I just really need a new muse
But these ticks make me do not want to talk
Time is running off the clock, I just really need a new view
[Hook]
Where nothing is promised, stadium, coffin or office
Losses or profits, your time is my time, these ours we clocking
And nothing can stop us, if our mind straight
Like a narrow path of gold, and if it wasn't for these flows
I would eat off the street like my fork in the road
Or just lay in the lot til' my coffin was towed
[Verse 2]
And this goes out to all the fam, and the homies
You've been with me for time, but do you really know me?
I'm not saying you don't, I'm just posing the question
When shit hits the fan, better search for a lesson
Or newer ways to make a lasting impression
Its pressure asserting without interjection
So I'm taking my life, and moving in newer directions
You can't be complacent and lay as you wait for ascension
I am the man with the weapons, using my mind to propel me
I trust this shit and it never will fail me
I know that I can be great, if I keep this train of thought, nothing can ever derail me
Trusting these tracks, while I'm tracking the tricks of the trade
When in doubt, put the pen to the page but depending on the penalties faced
I might have to put this shit down, put the pen in the grave
And engrave all the thoughts that I thought were forsaken
If shit goes my way, then I might have to take it
When life gives you lemons you make lemonade
Then you keep praying for the better days, yeah
[Hook]
Where nothing is promised, stadium, coffin or office
Losses or profits, your time is my time, these ours we clocking
And nothing can stop us, if our mind straight
Like a narrow path of gold, and if it wasn't for these flows
I would eat off the street like my fork in the road
Or just lay in the lot til' my coffin was towed
[Outro]
When I die, I pray that nobody goes through my phone
When I die, I pray that all my homies at my funeral
When I die, I pray that all my problems walk through that door
When I die, don't give my little cousin my ps4
When I die, I hope that my passion could pull us together
When I die, I pray the good times are what you remember
When I die, bury my body in a bed of Roses
When I die, bury my body in a bed of Roses like -
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