[Verse 1]

This goes out to all the bitches, and the hoes

You got one life to live, what you doing with yours?

I been putting in work, I been doing my chores

I'm tryng to strike you as a good guy, but you just striking a pose

See my life as a Rose, cause I pedal like Derrick

I'm weak in the knees at these thoughts that I cherish

Live faithful, disgraceful, along with my merits

It's clear, I don't get along with my parents, that's cool

But I'm cool too, I just really need a new muse

But these ticks make me do not want to talk

Time is running off the clock, I just really need a new view

[Hook]

Where nothing is promised, stadium, coffin or office

Losses or profits, your time is my time, these ours we clocking

And nothing can stop us, if our mind straight

Like a narrow path of gold, and if it wasn't for these flows

I would eat off the street like my fork in the road

Or just lay in the lot til' my coffin was towed

[Verse 2]

And this goes out to all the fam, and the homies

You've been with me for time, but do you really know me?

I'm not saying you don't, I'm just posing the question

When shit hits the fan, better search for a lesson

Or newer ways to make a lasting impression

Its pressure asserting without interjection

So I'm taking my life, and moving in newer directions

You can't be complacent and lay as you wait for ascension

I am the man with the weapons, using my mind to propel me

I trust this shit and it never will fail me

I know that I can be great, if I keep this train of thought, nothing can ever derail me

Trusting these tracks, while I'm tracking the tricks of the trade

When in doubt, put the pen to the page but depending on the penalties faced

I might have to put this shit down, put the pen in the grave

And engrave all the thoughts that I thought were forsaken

If shit goes my way, then I might have to take it

When life gives you lemons you make lemonade

Then you keep praying for the better days, yeah

[Hook]

Where nothing is promised, stadium, coffin or office

Losses or profits, your time is my time, these ours we clocking

And nothing can stop us, if our mind straight

Like a narrow path of gold, and if it wasn't for these flows

I would eat off the street like my fork in the road

Or just lay in the lot til' my coffin was towed

[Outro]

When I die, I pray that nobody goes through my phone

When I die, I pray that all my homies at my funeral

When I die, I pray that all my problems walk through that door

When I die, don't give my little cousin my ps4

When I die, I hope that my passion could pull us together

When I die, I pray the good times are what you remember

When I die, bury my body in a bed of Roses

When I die, bury my body in a bed of Roses like -