The Rose Talked to Me

The rose talked to me it said bitch you should die
Took to fighting not just people but also water eyes
How you lie to me we was ridin we was guys
I love to pop them xanny bars im floatin in the sky
He a bitch and she a thot they not finna ride
Fuck your words i done heard to many lies
Its ok because im used to it
Grew up saw my sisters get abused and shit
Never number one they called me bottom bitch
Now im hatin life i think that this is it
Wish i died when i hit the flamin stick
Smoke a blunt my time lets end it quick
Suicide goes wrong like uber lyft
Let me stop to emotional now
Go to sleep im hearing that blaow
I always stay they askin me how
Because i was left before i was a child
Hear the belt hittin my back its so wild
That i dont feel it anymore no not mild
Lemme stop
Came from the bottom nigga fuck the top
Got my money slangin rocks
On my forehead got the barrel of a glokk
Im sorry for my excessive love for you
Actually fuck an apology
Hey mom what you gonna say whe you read my eulogy
Are you gonna talk about how you abandoned me
Will you lie about the times you used to beat
You said you like to hear the club against my meat
This is the story of what the rose told me