Gold Roses (feat. Drake)

Yeah
 I'm home now, it's over now, so...
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 Yeah
 
 She got a thing for Chanel vintage
 That dropped before she could speak English
 Do you love me or love seekin' attention, I mean which one is it?
 You keep callin' me ya twin, but twins ain't this different
 Mentally I'm already on next year, that's some 20-20 clear vision
 You sayin' let you finish, I ain't tryna hear it
 I'm all for spiritual liftin', but I don't fly Spirit
 I'm all for findin' happiness, but down to die serious
 All smiles, Kevin Durant trials
 Had to blow it on the court, I must have blew a milli'
 I'm walkin' on all charges, that's my new Achilles
 I know they love to rock a check, but who gon' do it really? Really?
 My depositions never surface
 Tanenbaum know the logo on the jersey, it's gettin' purchased
 Ten years in and y'all yet to hear my most impressive verses
 Paid the cost to be the boss wasn't even my most expensive purchase
 Trust when I say I'm never on the shit they assumin' I'm on
 Tales about me are like corridos in Culiacán
 Sashimi from Saito, you know that man two Michelin Star
 Postcard from Grace Bay, sendin' my distant regards
 Vision wasn't mine, told my niggas the vision was ours
 Still a part of shorty even if we've been livin' apart
 Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod
 Meanin' he'll blast for me like puttin' the 6 with the God
 Hop on a float to show the city the one they appointed
 The one that's rebuildin' schools and feedin' the homeless
 Hang with my niggas, but sometimes I be tryna avoid it
 'Cause they'll get to poppin' out of place like they double jointed
 Goals was the top of the pyramid in this shitty world
 "I gotta get the most of everything"
 Is the axis on which it sit and twirls
 Point blank period, like a City Girl and then I bring it back to 50 world
 Ayy, woah
 You made me this way, yeah
 Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
 Put some flowers in my face, won't you?
 Let me know that I did okay, yeah
 Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
 They love to wait 'til it's too late, it's too late
 (This different right here, yo)
 I was nominated, never won a Grammy
 But I understand, they'll never understand me
 Lot of lives lost, but I never panicked
 Lot of lines crossed, I never did a Xanny
 A hundred room mansion but I felt abandoned
 Love makin' love, but where will love land me?
 Jealous, so their bitches be actin' like they sleepin' on us
 But they speakin' on us, jewelers quote us even numbers
 Still blowin' smoke as angels float above us
 Love givin' back, but will they ever love us?
 Chanel in the mail, FedEx from Pharrell
 And what I got for sale just sit on the scale
 Triple beam dream, a buck on the shades
 I really seen things give mothers the shakes
 I really bought cars for women on face
 I know it seem odd, but money amazin'
 College loans really did fuck up her credit
 Discover cards, look back, I know she regret it
 But we keep pushin', keep our foot on the pedal
 In the mirror she a blessin', rebukin' the devil
 Livin' on the edge, she keepin' me level
 Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever
 Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever (forever)
 Slip-on glass slippers and tickle with feathers
 Everywhere we go, we create a dilemma
 Coming to America, really the set
 I'll let your soul glow, I'm keepin' you wet
 All my cold Decembers, I know she remembers
 Forgiveness for a sinner, but is it that simple?
 Holdin' on your hands, your body's a temple
 Fly you out to Cannes, ménages with bitches
 Lobsters and the prawns, thought you was Spanish
 Bottles for the Don, our parties the biggest (biggest, biggest)
 (Maybach Music)
 Ayy, woah
 You made me this way, yeah
 Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
 Put some flowers in my face, won't you?
 Let me know that I did okay, yeah
 Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
 They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (Ayy)
 Had a dream she was singin' to me like Gladys Knight
 True love in the projects is called paradise
 All your niggas left, you wasn't actin' right
 But honesty itself a small sacrifice
 My money bag heavy, got me packin' light
 You movin' funny, can you fill my appetite?
 Niggas conversations, a lot of it false
 He own condos right over Carnegie Hall
 Speak about your cars, but all of 'em parked
 Your niggas' money light, come out of the dark
 You really are my type, that's not a facade
 One of the reasons why I write, we got a synopsis
 I'm always at the top of barbershop gossip
 After further thought, better not knock 'em
 Allocate some dollars to go out shoppin'
 Bitch, we on the real, it's time to stop talkin' (stop talkin', stop talkin')
 Ayy, woah
 You made me this way, yeah
 Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
 Put some flowers in my face, won't you?
 Let me know that I did okay, yeah
 Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
 They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (Ayy)