Flowers

Down on my belly talkin' real iridescent

Shining, I ain't got the ear for a peasant

Future mine, I ain't got no fear for the present

Smoke gas so much, you fear that I sell it

Like, where you at, up here

Portabellum popper, palmtree hind these ears

I'm in heaven, everyday I battle, nigga bleed Armageddon

Gotta keep my soul, shit these niggas sellin

But it couldn't be me though

You could never hit me wit me a price tag

Reign down, lookin' more like a ice pack

Givin' niggas hell, throw a stone, and get a bite back