Sandra’s Rose

Yeah, no more, no more Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Yeah, no more, no more Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh Yeah Niggas see the crib and ask who did I steal from Price tags on makin' the world feel some They don't have enough to satisfy a real one Maverick Carter couldn't even get the deal done Niggas scared to come towards us, gotta run from us Louisville hush money for my young gunners Rick Pitino, I take 'em to strip clubs and casinos Stack of C-notes get all you niggas scratched like Preemo Worms, I just opened up a can of those My mother had a flower shop, but I was Sandra's Rose Two girls that I rope like Indiana Jones I make them hoes walk together like I'm Amber Rose Yeah, fuck that, I got to up the ante California girls sweeter than pieces of candy Had me all in Nipsey hood to go link up with Sammy Type of hood where bandanas make niggas a family Head on a swivel, I could shoot but I could never dribble Life too short, I gotta get it 'fore they blow the whistle My uncle tryna change my energy with stones and crystals But it's gon' take more than that for me to control my issues I wasn't made for no casket or no prison cell Every title doin' numbers like I'm Miss Adele Sandra knows I pulled us out of a livin' hell I'm the chosen one, flowers never pick themselves Yeah, no more, no more Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah No more, no more Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Niggas want a classic, that's just ten of these Crime family like the Genovese, you don't want drama, capisc'? My house is full of supermodels just like Mohamed Hadid I take this shit too serious, you niggas my comic relief I find it funny how I keep on talkin' and commas increase I'm standin' at the top of where you niggas are climbin' to reach I even got my very own initials inscribed on my sheets Subtle reminders are key, jeez Spoiler alert, the second act is tragic And everyone that wants the worst for me is askin' what happened Backstabbed so many times, I started walkin' backwards Like Charlamagne, I see the light and see the darkest patches Bury me and I'll be born again I walk in godly form amongst the mortal men I got some real demons across the border fence And made a note of the mistakes we can't afford again Like I said, can of worms and I'm the early bird Niggas want to hang, but I'm too busy doin' dirty work Hit 'em back and say we'll link up on the 33rd When I say that they cursin' me it ain't dirty words Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit synagogue I don't know who's protectin' me, but we hit it off Sandra's rose, no wonder they tryna' pick me off I guess you gotta show these niggas who you really are Yeah, no more, no more Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah No more, no more Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh