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Hope Died With The Flowers

bitch While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with

lames with my shoes untied I jump the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide Still stuck outside, that's the ugly side Looked Medusa in the eye and Medusa died

fake friends, they hope the shit ends They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock Cubans with diamonds in ?em

Of My Lows That's Why I Get High Hoping No One Ever Know To Open Up My Mind I Can Show You What I Wrote Or Rather Show You How To Boat And Hope That

Jane user Throw your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer With the laws standing on the roof Drop the flows in the booth And drop the top

, Napoleons and cunts With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers

cunts With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones Counting on their fingers, with a crumbs down their fronts I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers

the dirt in the flowers Ready to come up in the darkest hour It ain't the courage of my persona You wanna admire it's the faith 'Cause with the faith

the dirt in the flowers Ready to come up in the darkest hour It ain't the courage of my persona You wanna admire it's the faith 'Cause with the faith