[Chorus]

Life flower, green petals

Put it in the pipe sour

Like warheads, night shatters all

I don’t think that I'ma be able to pick up when you call

In the mornin', I'ma regret it more than

Having four kids and a divorce shit

[Verse 1]

Man the only thing I’m thinking bout, was why were all them corpses Laying underground, I was playing safe and sound

Now whenever I be coming back and set my foot down

Another soul diminish

My soul, feel so trapped

In the solar system, An east coast boy at heart

But you know the difference, between me and them

Man they worried bout the currency

I'm tryna change a culture

Now isn’t that ironic?

I’m hoping they don’t label me a vulture

I been writing lyrics on my desktop

Since I

Was a little one now isn’t that iconic?

Now I'm wiping all that dirt outta my optic, 'cause you know I be the

[Chorus]

Life flower, green petals

Put it in the pipe sour

Like warheads, night shatters all

I don’t think that I'ma be able to pick up when you call

In the mornin', I'ma regret it more than

Having four kids and a divorce shit

[Verse 2]

I been struggling with writing

Honest about my life

'Cause who the fuck is tryna hear me never take advice?

Man nobody concerned about

What the fuck is right

I been trying not to worry bout the rife a lot but

Specifics be weighing me down

'til my head is ground height and

I be in a hurry tryna make it sound tight and

Javin got the sound bites

I‘ll be battling my inner demons with the insight

Lately, I been determining whether or not

I should light the flower up

But all my old friends fallen victim to the pipe

They use it just to cope

But I don't think they know they

Always dropping Juuls

'Cause they never holding knowledge I assume

That by 25, some of us be lying in the tomb

Spirit flying by the moon

Soul is seeping by your shoes

Since the womb

I been thinking bout the truth

Will they write it in my eulogy? or

Will I be another, ignorant motherfucker

Taking advantage of opportunity? damn

[Chorus]

Life flower, green petals

Put it in the pipe sour

Like warheads, night shatters all

I don’t think that I'ma be able to pick up when you call

In the mornin', I'ma regret it more than

Having four kids and a divorce shit

[Verse 3]

It's the broken philosophic

Richer when I’ll be dead, like Christopher Wallace wallet

Life is a mental prison, my body pandora's box

People fall to religion, to open up all of the locks

Steeple offer forgiveness, for everything that y’all have got but

Jesus detect the BS when you faltering to God so

I don’t see a reason why you lying to your self

Most fail to see that wealth

Lie in soul, not the body

Not the mind, not the money

Not online

Everybody wanna be the eighth wonder of the world

Atlantis, Godbody

Illuminati, John Gotti

If your heart is never ready, you could never even think (think)

Now imagine, only time you holding life

Is when them flowers in your casket