Bouquet Lyrics

Grand rising, my son

These flowers are for you

Came out of private turned up my public image

Punchlines boxing, I got the toughest lyrics

Railroaded the underground with humble appearance

Showed them the way, I think I'm Harriet Tubman, in spirit

You got to know that self sufficiency is mentally

Stimulating for your success, it's all an energy

You got to build a foundation where every brick should be

A spitting image of the blue print that you've been scribbling

Found a new groove like Stella or the emperor

Winter Ninety Seven, who better, check the temperature

Spin the block just like propellers, just to check

For who gone say it with they chest

The only time I'm playing checkers

So, it's no squares in my circle

Shhh, not while I'm working I treat my art like Urkle

They think your wins is low, unless you a Grammy rapper

So I place the world on hold unless it's family matters

I made sure that my talent match match my grind

I been mastered rhymes

So I balanced that with time

Cause I knew I had to climb

To an everlasting prime

Like the founder of Amazon

A polished mastermind

Who knew that brass could shine

I think the fact that you know I got super powers

Done turned you into a coward

I really could use the flowers

While I'm here and breathing

Don't wait until I leave here

To bring your lies to the eyes of the people that's grieving

Real shit

Tell me while I'm here

Cause you can't tell me when I'm gone

Tell me while I'm here

Cause you can't tell me when I'm

A whole bouquet of roses might live for two weeks

So they barely be lasting, yea

The only flowers you can give me while I'm gone

Is the ones that's gone cover my casket

Celebrate your legends while they here, why wouldn't you

Rest in peace to all the things I thought that I couldn't do

Evil run the world but I still see the good in you

You can't shoot me down cause my confidence bullet proof

So tell me while I'm here

You can't tell me while I'm gone

Shouldn't be no static, unless it's breaking up the phone

But anger's barely managed and it's breaking up the homes

We overlooking talent and we celebrating clones

Where are we going where will we end up

I'm penning down all my aggression I've had pinned up

This life seems backwards

I'm searching for the answers

Praying I'm not just another rapper