ROSE STREET

Yeah, I don't sing no love songs, no

Ain't never sang no love songs, no

Yeah, ayy

Baby, how you got that little bitch gettin' you mad?

Got some shit you gotta deal with, pimp in my past

Hate the bitch who hit the killswitch when it get bad

Figure skating, takin' field trips, flippin' them racks

On the backstreet, ten times ten on the dash

All gas, no brakes 'cause I'm livin' like that

Came up outta every case with my Crippin' intact

She be lying to my face, so I hit from the back

Let a real nigga know if you a housewife or a ho

Picked the blacker berry, I ain't dealing with the snow

We ain't gettin' married, girl, I'm gettin' to the dough

R.P. G-O (yeah) yeah

She said she in love, what's that?

Trust, what's that? Us, what's that? Yeah (you know the deal)

I'm married to the gang, don't be playing games (yeah)

Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave (yeah)

She said she in love, what's that? (Love)

Trust, what's that? (Love) us, what's that? Yeah (yeah)

I'm married to the money, don't be playing games

Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave

Red Ferrari seats, all my homies bled out on these streets

Makeup on my sheets, make up sex stress, hope she leaves

Reaching for my keys, she like, "Where you going? Stay with me"

Hate to see her beg, she don't want me dead

Posted on the block, when it's war, ain't no warning shots

Bullet hit his top, all his homies ran, his body dropped

You can't have my heart, but I promise you'll be in my thoughts

We don't go on dates unless I bring what keep me safe

I promise you you don't gotta stress, it's gon' be okay, yeah

Okay I'm lying, living day by day

Just don't waste my time, is you here to stay?

Don't pay attention to the shit you hear 'em say, man

Can't press rewind, life is like the movies, baby

Pray you don't use me, baby, pray they don't shoot me, baby

Only way you'll lose me, I been feeling loopy lately

I keep it on me, I don't use the safety

She said she in love, what's that?

Trust, what's that? Us, what's that? Yeah (you know the deal)

I'm married to the gang, don't be playing games (yeah)

Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave (yeah)

She said she in love, what's that? (Love)

Trust, what's that? (Love) us, what's that? Yeah (yeah)

I'm married to the money, don't be playing games

Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave

What's that? (Dead homies)

What's that? (Dead homies)

(Ayy, ayy, I need y'all to turn this up real quick)

What's that? (Yeah, yeah)

What's that? (Yeah, yeah)

I'm only bringing flowers to the homies' graves

Yeah

I don't sing no love songs, no

I never sang no love songs, no

Long Beach Flowers, what you want?