Lil B — Flowers Rise

Yeah, uh, (humming) duh-duh daaaa duh-duh daaa duh da.. Nigga got beef, I fuck with ya I don't give a fuck Talk shit, get stuck where the flowers rise Underground ass niggas, pussy in ya face Put no albums out, but you got twelve mixtapes Can't get beats, cause producers won't fuck with ya Say you killin' people in ya rhymes, you a stunt double Livin wit cha partners, talk, not even sellin (uh) You was an old Pepsi can, wouldn't even sell Coke I'm burnin' all rivals I'm a survivor Not promoting bullshit, I'm just keepin it honest And to all the kids, you don't gotta sell drugs Being a thug is a fashion That's why I stay laughin' You get in too deep, you'll find out what happens I know a couple people dead, but Ima keep it rappin'... Keep my head to the sky, ex-out distractions That's him with the mac on 'em Flag, taught me Things I couldn't learn from subtraction I'm only addin' like the boy that took the Al out of Aladdin I'm so lonely on this pony Riding over the sunlight, ah Way past your head, I'm free... I go to sleep where ya brunch at I don't be playin' wit some cats Life choices so critical; One step you're here, the next one, you be invisible Its our war, like... I was born into a war (my face sweaty) I'm livin on the other side of magic mountain I'm loving every body, and Ima keep it comin Stay wit me, that mac 50 Man I stay blunted I got love in my heart, way before the money So when I open up my heart, it start floatin to me (Humming) buh duh duhh duh-duh duhhhh..