(TJ produced it)
Ooh-whoa, oh-oh, oh
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Oh, yeah
Uh (Key Gang got the keys jumpin')
Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose
Some Guccis on, walkin' down the dead road, ayy
I had a dream about my killer just the night before
Hate to face the fact that love don't live here, they knife to my throat
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Guess I'm just a flower in the garden that won't never grow
Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroads
Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath
Fifty-fifty, I split the pardon, they still come ask for more
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own
Stood on my ten toes, like fuck it, had a hard knock life as a child
Three-twenty-three in ninety-nine, got notified by the scout
Jumped off the porch, father in prison
Out in the streets, he left four children
Double the pain that I been feelin'
Never understood what that shit really meant
Momma smokin' dope, right there by Rufus house, since we had grew up adopted
I rolled my bike down thirty-eight, then met them Crips that claim harder
Popped up the road at an early age, that's where I learned all my knowledge
Letter from my lil' cousin Benny, sayin' somebody killed Quahfee
2016 judge let me out, I grew a passion for rappin'
Sixteen years old, out on my own, I had to go make it happen
So I put the music to the side, Pooda introduced me to trappin'
I knew that shit, that wasn't for me, right back to lights, camera, action
Hittin' on the old school Pontiac, I used to rap to fat Brandon
When I ain't have a place to go, I stayed with Tim my lil' cousin
Now they all on my dick, who been there for me? That's one thing I remember
Oh, you were legit from hittin' licks, now you longer a member
Ayy, I had a dream about my killer just the night before
Hate to face the fact that love don't live here, they knife to my throat
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Guess I'm just a flower in the garden that won't never grow
Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroads
Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath
Fifty-fifty, I split the pardon, they still come ask for more
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own
Second from first, I couldn't accept it, out of all them things I can go for
Used to OG preach like the reverend, he still ain't got nothin' to show for it
Got tired of seein' grandma stressin', lookin' to the sky like "Why? Oh, Lord"
Live by the knife, die by the Western, that's the question for Moe, boy
Didn't make it out, was always dancin', they couldn't seem to learn from they lessons
Can I chase my dream deep in the ghetto?
My uncle Tony like, "Go for it"
From the way I killed that shit so thorough, Lord, please send me a blessin'
Them bottom boys, knew I was special from that song in my section
'Cause where I'm from, catch a body it's excitin', yeah
Whole lotta gang indictments, yeah
Whole lotta bullets flyin', yeah
Whole lotta people dyin', yeah
Whole lotta mamas cryin', yeah
It was only raw, all about the street sign
Livin' out, this all that he knows
Late night convos with Mr. Levy, like, "One day we gon' blow"
He tell me he gon' see alright, through the fakes
I took a look back to my life, I see a dead rose
Ayy, I had a dream about my killer just the night before
Hate to face the fact that love don't live here, they knife to my throat
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Guess I'm just a flower in the garden that won't never grow
Heart been so broke so many times, come meet me at the crossroads
Fifty-one, fifty, I was taught to scribe and stick to my oath
Fifty-fifty, I split the pardon, they still come ask for more
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own
Oh, oh-whoa
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Oh
Sometimes I think about my life as a red rose
Rollin' down in Melrose
Ayy, ayy
