Fallen Rose Petals (feat. Qui$e Limye)

You can picture me rolling, imma bring all the stars out tonight Two seater I’m coasting, gin and juice yeah I’m drowning tonight Hit the woods and I’m floating, paralyzed by all the flashing lights Switching gears in motion, them demons calling won’t make it through the night yeah In cruise control when I’m on the road Big momma crib where I stash the dough September 4 when I lost my soul Can’t feel a thing, and my heart my cold Can’t wait to see you in the streets of gold Saying well done son come back home Lost in the world where you're all alone With that fake love, don’t call my phone My soul on death row Pockets on dead broke, I need a way out here Falling rose petals Meet and greet with the devils, telling me not fear Lay me down in the meadow, walk through the valley with a shovel, 6 feet under I dig Lil' nigga from ghetto, they label you as rebel Ain’t no love for them kids I ain’t tryna struggle no more, no Robin Hood can’t give back to the poor when it’s cold Black bodies grew when they traveled off shore, for gold...for gold No victories when your soul is at war Hands up deceased, they can’t take it no more It’s 911 when the bodies keep hitting the floor, the floor I’m one call away from my plug I’m still prideful, I’m still selfish, made shorty wait for my love I’m not perfect yet, but you can make it worse, and take me far away from my drugs I get a call and drop me a package off and greed fall away from my lust Every referee and nigga in the stands focus hard and wait for my clutch Since about eight, I ran the state, and it was hard to wait for my nuts I was broken hearted at a young age, I let shorty play with my trust So be patient baby, we baking baby, it was hard to wait, but I must Shidd, get the work and fill up all the space in my trunk Now, the blues on me as I hit the corner; it was hard to chase in my dust Navigation, coordinated my rush for the paper in palm I made in my crush I was all but late for my lunch, it was all while facing my Dutch And I’m praying they exonerate all my brothers Trapped and we find a way through our struggle Hard to define the weight that I leveled Paxton them dimes away for our troubles We just want a wider place so (We) not smothered We just want a finer place for our mothers Still on the grind the base the pot doubled Now a nigga play up in Neimans the watch bezeled My soul on death row Pockets on dead broke, I need a way out here Falling rose petals Meet and greet with the devils, telling me not fear Lay me down in the meadow, walk through the valley with a shovel, 6 feet under I dig Little nigga from ghetto, they label you as rebel Ain’t no love for them kids