Black Roses

Yeah, the day I stop talking on a beat That'll be the day I stop walking on my feet When I'm with your bitch, it's like I'm talking in my sleep And I ain't worried 'bout no dirt 'cause I got diamonds on my sleeves Say 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, you tried to play me now we playin' hide and seek I got one, two, three, four slugs for that leech I got one, two, three, four dubs for that treesh And the only thing I learned is ain't no love in these streets, oh-oh And don't give me that pill 'cause I might take it shawty And don't give me your heart 'cause I might break it shawty I cut off my line, I need a break from shawty 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 doing 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, nah) Since you the reason why I made them bad choices Every now and then, I'll send you black roses Yeah, I would play tit-for-tat, but I don't get shit for that When everything you say is a lie, 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, fuck 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 could see my ass And that's only 'cause they deserve it And everything I got nigga I earned it Took an L, but I'm a G just like your service And only even if I speak to them, I speak in cursive (no, no, no) And don't give me that pill 'cause I might take it shawty And don't give me your heart 'cause I might break it shawty I cut off my line, I need a break from shawty 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 doing 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, nah) Since you the reason why I made them bad choices Every now and then, I'll send you black roses