Pretty Flower ft. J Molley, Maggz & Kwesta Lyrics

Pretty Flower ft. J Molley, Maggz & Kwesta - Stogie T

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I need big forests, money trees

Foreign things

I bow down, pray to God

Won't answer me

Made a way for a life, that don't mean anything

Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything

Big forests, money trees

Foreign things

I bow down, pray to God

Won't answer me

Made a way for a life, that don't mean anything

Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything

The youngins love me for the Hermes

These old niggas hating in the worst way

'Cause I am both Crispy Fresh and Throwback Thursday

Hating from a distance but switch position in person

Ey who birthed them?

Ya'll niggas preemie immature

I'm pre-Yachty, killing shows

That's why I'm leaving, see the tour

Couple seasons in a row

No seasoning on my sole

It's Hibachi shrimp and chicken outta Seoul

You start the tripping, lift the bitch outta your soul

Niggas thought they had a chick until they seen the insta-stories

The streets are vicious they take chicken out your bowl

She gon' miss him for a trip

To somewhere distant on the globe

And that's all she wrote

But nowhere near the level of what Stogie told

I planted the seeds for trees, but only petals grow

I guess when they get dried up

They'll say I smoked them, though

I need big forests, money trees

Foreign things

I bow down, pray to God

Won't answer me

Made a way for a life, that don't mean anything

Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything

Big forests, money trees

Foreign things

I bow down, pray to God

Won't answer me

Made a way for a life, that don't mean anything

Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything

I'm on my knees, sending prayers

Hoping God can hear me

And save me from myself

And everything I'm not sincerely

And keep the market friendly

Critics lie, they jot with envy

For lousy retweets and seem deep

These cups are plenty

And they nod for many

Hate to applaud shit

Crabs in the bucket mind

Souls in a mosh pit

They quick to celebrate everything that you flawed with

Only make you a legend when you stiff in a coffin

It's nonsense

Wanna rock the boat but can't stay afloat

They can't swim where we swim

At shark infested coasts

Drowning by the thousands

This city is a pressure dome

We went from peasants to kings

We know the best of both

So I ain't sweating those

Little shots ain't getting close

Balenciaga step on toes

All this Prada press your souls

I'm ready to pay the price

This shit was hefty

I'm a beast in these streets

I need big forests, money trees

Foreign things

I bow down, pray to God

Won't answer me

Made a way for a life, that don't mean anything

Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything

Big forests, money trees

Foreign things

I bow down, pray to God

Won't answer me

Made a way for a life, that don't mean anything

Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything

I should channel my Steve Biko

'Cause if I mic what I like

I might free a few

I had dreams so big, they had dreams too

Broke boy but not to these records

I'm Steve Segal

Their lives are pretentious

Mine's bleek but I might fly out to Memphis

You an apprentice to your own shit

It's senseless

It's so sad that your music is none of your business

What a wow

I'm probably the reason why these kids walking around

Screaming "What a life"

I made stencils, they just spray shit

I got the six, might get a Drake on my next shit

Pretty flower, how you've grown

I wonder if you'd'a rose if I ain't dropped these flows

You started from the bottom, that's fresh

But we know before you got here

You was on a young quest