Give me my roses, while I still can smell them

Cause the day they come and push back my cerebellum Give me my roses, while I still can smell

Them Cause the day they come and push back my cerebellum

It's too late, it's too late, it's too late It's too late, it's too late, it's too late

It's too late, too late, too late Tomorrow ain't promised, don't let them go to waste

They catch me lacking, fuck what happened

Better slide on they block, and give them that action

Don't put me on no t-shirt, or no post Unless my lil **** out there doing the most

I don't want no preacher, preaching over me Just let off some shots, bury me a G

I don't want no preacher, over me Just let off some shots, bury me a G

Fuck the who, what, when, and why If you not gonna be the first to let them bullets fly

I want them hollow tips, them 223s Raining in the streets, for my memory

And if your love don't make you kill Then your love was never real

If your love don't make you kill Then your love, it was never real

Don't make no peace treaty over my death ****, I want war, you heard it myself

Don't make no peace treaty over my death ****, I want war, you heard it myself

The opps slide on me, you better ride homie Don't give a fuck who mama gotta cry

The opps slide on me, you better ride homie Don't give a fuck who mama gotta cry