Black Roses

Yeah, the day I stop talkin' on the beat That'll be the day I stop walkin' on my feet When I'm with your bitch it's like I'm talkin' in my sleep And I ain't worried 'bout no dirt 'cause I got diamonds on my sleeves And I ain't worried 'bout no dirt 'cause I put diamonds on these cleats Might just walk inside your hood just to laugh at what I see And I know you hold grudges but don't put 'em all on me And you was ugly on the inside, I still put your ass on fleek, yeah (uh-uh) You tried to play me, now we playin' hide and seek (uh-uh) I got one, two, three four slugs for that leach I got one, two, three four dubs for that treesh And the only thing I learned it ain't no love in these streets, uh-uh And don't give me that pill 'cause I might take it, shorty And don't give me your heart cause I might break it, shorty I cut off my line, I need a break from shorty And I'ma have to be for you to make me sorry (Yeah, ooh, la-la-la) We used to rock but that was only when you was doin' your thing (Yeah, ooh, la-la-la) Put some money on his top and I could tell you what they bring (Ooh la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la, nah) Since you're the reason why I made them bad choices Every now and then I'll send you black roses, yeah I will play you tit for tat but I don't get shit for that When everything you say is a lie (yeah), you should get hit for that When there's a price to pay, you put it on your tab (yeah) I'm your father figure and I put that on my dad (yeah) Bitch, I got time on my wrist, f*ck the time we had We gotta triple up the score before I fuckin' brag Don't tell me who you fuckin' on, that's not gon' make me sad (yeah) I got expensive pockets but I sag so they can see my ass And that's only 'cause they deserve it And everything I got, nigga, I earned it (uh, uh) Took an l but I'm a g just like your service And only even if I speak, today I'ma speak in cursive (no, no, no, oh) And don't give me that pill 'cause I might take it, shorty And don't give me your heart cause I might break it, shorty I cut off my line, I need a break from shorty And I'ma have to be for you to make me sorry (Yeah, ooh, la-la-la) We used to rock but that was only when you was doin' your thing (Yeah, ooh, la-la-la) Put some money on his top and I could tell you what they bring (Ooh la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la, nah) Since you're the reason why I made them bad choices Every now and then I'll send you black roses, yeah