LAST FLOWER

Uh the ground outside is looking like winter In the city where I shine and the flowers grow So I pull up in that big boy sprinter I attract all the buzz like the flowers center They say don't kill the messenger but that depends on who done sent ya' Let me talk my shit man My ex used to send me excuses Now it's presidential when walk through all I hear excuse us Coughing at my critics, I'm in the back of they throats like some mucus If they offer the deal with no benefits I'm a have to refuse it Of course I'm talking bout music Dreams turned real so I stay in the lucid Father stretch his hand whenever I see Lucy Hometown niggas turned actor for the movie They better look to me when they hear that background music (He's certified) With that stank face on nigga don't turn clueless She tried to get me but I cock the nine back on Cupid Racing Altima's in my mamas Buick Size thirteen on the pedal I know my shoe fits Morning school days I walk with the snake in my back pocket feel Lucas Yesterday's price is not today's price Yesterday's price is not today's price Yesterday's price is not today's price Yesterday's price is not today's price He's certified Aye Heal I know you gon' give me my shit right? You gon' give me my shit right Heal? Right? You gon' give me my shit? You gon' get it? Come on man! (Yeah) I know the drop came in a little mid though The wind blows while I'm looking out the window Stayed at the homie crib now we blowing Indo Niggas saying that he speak too much on these instrumentals No need to say it my nigga I know subluminals I know the yes men in yo' corner didn't though And why you telling bitches that I knew you but I didn't though? (He's certified) Cause you think I wouldn't know? (He's certified) Because you think that I'm a joke? (He's certified) Mannnnnn I could've been had my seat certified But shit happens and we call it life Sometimes you got to gamble and roll the dice The future bright no need to have it gentrified Man just stop talking and grab my bag and fries No need for crying over spilled milk I wipe my eyes The heaven gates my only promise and my prize I feel like I just died and woke up with some pride I grab the mic and ask it can you be my briiidddeee? You said you gon' show up in the end, I guess you lied This horizon never end its so wide My life ain't nothing but a bunch of sighs And figuring out my next shoe size All you need to know is Yesterday's price is not today's price Yesterday's price is not today's price He's certified