Flowers

[Verse 1: Benjamin Starr]

I can see stars aligning, I’m delighted
The road is dark, and I’m driving, I float like Poseidon
The views of the moon through the roof got the mood heightened
With my Muse on the passenger side
My hand on her thigh, and her hand on my trident
Elohim in the seam of my jeans
So whenever we fuck, we do it righteously
Cause ain't another nigga nice as me
I’m God and the Monster, Pilate and the Rabbi
The Triad, Yakuza and Mansa Musa
I came to the game to get grain, in ancient ways
I etch a phrase with a razor blade
I'm like a god in the game, I’m ordained
I made a name at the bar, like Bourdain
I'm on the cak Rushmore, wearing crushed velour
With 8 bars still stuck in my jaw
These ain't raps these hand claps and tambourines
The shouts from the altar, the pastor passes passages
The women scream
Feels like Black Church, on the turf
When I burst on the scene with the 1st CLASSIC
Lemme craft it, and make it cinematic
Can you picture dead silence??
Then the barrel of a gun blasting
I drafted drafts and then I mastered crafts
I raised the bar real high, and left a massive tab
You can’t war with a nigga that’s war-ready
I’m already feigning, believe my artillery all heavy
I’m dynamite, with short fuse
The clock is set, you can bet that it don’t snooze
I’m betting it all, and you can call on God, or your squad
In a standoff, nigga we won’t lose
So let me make one thing clear, you can document
We are not the same, nigga we're opposites
I am opulent, forever confident
Much deserving of the compliments
I am the entree and the condiments
I brought the 'cak back to you niggas' consciousness
I’m in the state of mind BIG and 2Pac was in
So I ain't waiting til I’m gone for my monuments
Gimme my flowers nigga!

Hook:

If you really love me, say it loud
I got million dollar motives
Gotta make my momma proud

Gimme my flowers, nigga!

Ain't too many niggas on my team
If I said it, then I meant it
Then I did it, best believe

Gimme my flowers, nigga!

I know you've been praying for the end of me
I can see you ain't who you pretend to be, please

Gimme my flowers, nigga!

If you really love me, say it loud
I got million dollar motives
Tryna make my momma proud

[Verse 2: Matt Monday]

I’m Bob Marley if he made it to the year 85
Shabazz at the Audubon if they kept him alive
Termination of the X, nigga do trust me
In other words motherfucka I’m the new Chuck D
Now, Now, I pull out my gun before I face the pastor
Yelling fuck every dream that you chasing after
When they gentrified, it was simplified that
‘round here wasn’t safe for laughter now
Down here where they spit tobacca’
Black man life ain’t even a factor
Between the KKK and the cops every day
All young boys get turned to Casper (yeah)
Before that time can I get mine, let me shine
If I go today, sing my songs say em line for line
Don’t wait to tell me that you love me
When I can’t feel it, take your time
Doing damage since 2009, I deserve a shrine yeah
Bitch I avoided the powder
Now niggas typing my name in their browser
From the city where they see us devoured
Took that bitch over in 24 hours
Fuck all you liars
I see the doubters
Fuck all you cowards
Fuck all the powers
This shit is ours
Say that shit louder
Booming like Bowser, Gimme my flowers
Gimme my flowers nigga!

Hook:

If you really love me, say it loud
I got million dollar motives
Gotta make my momma proud

Gimme my flowers, nigga!

Ain't too many niggas on my team
If I said it, then I meant it
Then I did it, best believe

Gimme my flowers, nigga!

I know you've been praying for the end of me
I can see you ain't who you pretend to be, please

Gimme my flowers, nigga!

If you really love me, say it loud
I got million dollar motives
Tryna make my momma proud

Gimme my flowers [repeat 4x]