Hall Of Fame

I don't want flowers, I bought like 30 sticks All these cannabis flowers, I need like 30 bricks I don't f*ck with no clowns, I'm with some certi kids I'm still Shirley's kid 4 for 35, I mean 36 We was robbing guys, we was burgling Fried him, had him looking like some curly chips I don't know dem guys and they ain't worming in I was there with Muni when they birded him Wish I was with Reece when they murdered him I could've saved his life like I saved his brothers And I can't change your life, but we can change each other's I grew up in a hell hole, it gave me courage And it made me stubborn but that's the way in London In the East of the city breaking thirty sixes Where you ain't gotta know him but you heard his business How comes in all the movies they murder snitches? But in real life your friends will be the first to witness Yeah Sorry I can't bring you no flowers in the rain In the trap hall of fame and there's no way I'm changing for them All these lights at my show Lights at my grow I got fans gotta cater for them Sorry I can't bring you flowers in the pouring rain F*ck flowers, I sold cane in the hall of fame I got fans on flowers and flowers on fans Either way I'm getting paid so it's all the same F*ck flowers, f*ck him, got dings, got guns And I'm still on drugs and this life's still rough Pour one out for my friends in mud Told my daughter every moment Even thugs need love I got things on mind, can't speak too loud Five white no dark I call that girls aloud One drug I ain't on, is the drug called "clout" F*ck your top tens I got tops in tens Went from no roof to a topless Benz Last few years I lost countless friends You can see these diamonds through these five percent tints It's like when I go repent they still counting sins I put a 3.5 in a paper plane Really helps me take the pain away I'm still out here chasing paper plans Pray the people 'round me stay the same I pray Sorry I can't bring you flowers in the pouring rain F*ck flowers, I sold cane in the hall of fame I got fans on flowers and flowers on fans Either way I'm getting paid so it's all the same Yeah Sorry I can't bring you no flowers in the rain In the trap hall of fame and there's no way I'm changing for them All these lights at my shows Lights at my grow I got fans gotta cater for them