Roses

It'd be a lie to say I think I'll die with no regrets Prolly wouldn't take the time for granted If we knew what's left Trynna stay true to fans And simultaneously myself They ain't ask how I been feeling Or about my mental health They just ask about my album Probably be a cry for help Disguised as my greatest hits Why my friends can never tell Even my closest ones Think I'm the chosen one And feel I don't need help Fixing the shit I'm broken from But still holding up whole lot of death Whole lot of grieving then watch 'em repeat it Could've did more than break into stores That don't make us even F*ck the police it's been a lot of beefing Guess that's the price of peace My people blood inside the streets And I don't mean a drop I mean enough to make the block a slip-n-slide When color ain't supposed to matter Sometimes you forget to hide Wouldn't change it But I wish I knew that I'd be penalized F*ck it in life sometimes you gotta improvise 'cause One day our days gone end just be ready to go Some of the boys turn to men Some ain't making it old I used to pray that mama lived She prayed that I make it home F*ck how you feel bout the world Go and take it it's yours And for days on end I don't speak to a soul Some of my niggas understand Some of them taking it wrong Don't feel the love when you here They gone hate when you gone If you got roses for a nigga Just don't wait till tomorrow 'Cause it ain't promised Why niggas act surprised Like we ain't out here dying Every time I scroll the timeline I'm reminded Just how short this shit can be In search of something better find it All we know is it's gone end We aint get warned about the timing So I'm moving cautious praying for more gains And fewer losses hold the people that I love A little tighter and more often If I love you but been distant I'm sorry Devil trynna shake my spirit lately I been busy shaking him off me We seen a lot but we strong as shit Need it all not just part of it Scared to say how many times A nigga wanted to call it quits If we want it it's ours to get Bent some corners and hopped the fence Point being can't name a time None of these obstacles stopped the shit And it never will 'cause I can't be a victim Know I could don't wanna have to be the type That gotta blame the system But they ain't rven reading rights Just pulling up with pistols Hashtags only last so long my nigga So do paid suspensions They just want us to forget it One day our days gone end just be ready to go Some of the boys turn to men Some ain't making it old I used to pray that mama lived She prayed that I make it home F*ck how you feel bout the world Go and take it it's yours And for days on end I don't speak to a soul Some of my niggas understand Some of them taking it wrong Don't feel the love when you here They gone hate when you gone If you got roses for a nigga Just don't wait till tomorrow