ROSE STREET

Yeah, I don't sing no love songs, no Ain't never sang no love songs, no Yeah, ayy Baby, how you got that little bitch gettin' you mad? Got some shit you gotta deal with, pimp in my past Hate the bitch who hit the killswitch when it get bad Figure skating, takin' field trips, flippin' them racks On the backstreet, ten times ten on the dash All gas, no brakes 'cause I'm livin' like that Came up outta every case with my Crippin' intact She be lying to my face, so I hit from the back Let a real nigga know if you a housewife or a ho Picked the blacker berry, I ain't dealing with the snow We ain't gettin' married, girl, I'm gettin' to the dough R.P. G-O (yeah) yeah She said she in love, what's that? Trust, what's that? Us, what's that? Yeah (you know the deal) I'm married to the gang, don't be playing games (yeah) Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave (yeah) She said she in love, what's that? (Love) Trust, what's that? (Love) us, what's that? Yeah (yeah) I'm married to the money, don't be playing games Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave Red Ferrari seats, all my homies bled out on these streets Makeup on my sheets, make up sex stress, hope she leaves Reaching for my keys, she like, "Where you going? Stay with me" Hate to see her beg, she don't want me dead Posted on the block, when it's war, ain't no warning shots Bullet hit his top, all his homies ran, his body dropped You can't have my heart, but I promise you'll be in my thoughts We don't go on dates unless I bring what keep me safe I promise you you don't gotta stress, it's gon' be okay, yeah Okay I'm lying, living day by day Just don't waste my time, is you here to stay? Don't pay attention to the shit you hear 'em say, man Can't press rewind, life is like the movies, baby Pray you don't use me, baby, pray they don't shoot me, baby Only way you'll lose me, I been feeling loopy lately I keep it on me, I don't use the safety She said she in love, what's that? Trust, what's that? Us, what's that? Yeah (you know the deal) I'm married to the gang, don't be playing games (yeah) Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave (yeah) She said she in love, what's that? (Love) Trust, what's that? (Love) us, what's that? Yeah (yeah) I'm married to the money, don't be playing games Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave What's that? (Dead homies) What's that? (Dead homies) (Ayy, ayy, I need y'all to turn this up real quick) What's that? (Yeah, yeah) What's that? (Yeah, yeah) I'm only bringing flowers to the homies' graves Yeah I don't sing no love songs, no I never sang no love songs, no Long Beach Flowers, what you want?