Flower Arrangements

Yeah, woah

Yeah, yeah

The last time I seen Dunk, we weren't seein' eye to eye

When it's two sides to a story, it be a lot of lies

And he really had what it took to be a ride or die

I still miss him, yeah

And with all the fake ones still livin', why did God have to take a real ****? (Okay, yeah, okay, yeah)

That's why I try to take the time and give the flowers to the real ones still with us

You know you gettin' old when the youngins call you big bro

I can't believe my **** Woo done went skitzo

The homie killed the other homie for a bitch, no, no

What happened to the old days? I miss those

Back when we was just kids tryna kick jokes

Now somebody always need somethin', so I get ghost, ayy

Just remember who fed you when your ass went hungry

**** fake checkin' on me just to ask for some money, damn

We used to hit the store with a dollar, get a whole meal

One drink, one bag of chips, shit was so real

Young **** tryna ball like we went Oak Hill

Prayin' that my bro Derez stop poppin' those pills

I bought me a Glock for all these lame opps (Bah)

One of them prayers from Tory Lanez pops, amen

The more they snitch, the more we hate cops, I mean, yeah (Facts)

These **** always worried how the streets feel

Is it really snitchin' if a **** take a plea deal?

Tryna make it out is like runnin' up a steep hill

The Northside to me is like Philly to Meek Mill

I seen the biggest get put down

Most of the realest in the ground

Keepin' it solid can make life much harder

So we just tryna get a lil' farther

Yeah, and with all the fake ones still livin', why did God have to take a real ****? (Okay, yeah, okay, yeah)

That's why I try to take the time and give the flowers to the real ones still with us

Can't turn around, they'll turn on you

But if you play, we on your head, we put that perm on you

I can't speak about it, but need to speak to somebody 'bout it

Tryna get in touch with me, I'm out of reach, I highly doubt it

On all ten, I'm still sayin' prayers at night for my friends

Yeah, I be wonderin' is it gon' ever wanna end?

Shit, how you gonna win a fight when battlin' with them?

Bring them fires out, sound like round of applause

My lil' homie throwed, wanna spin just because

So much shit changed, it ain't the same as it was

How you went ghost when I needed you the most?

How they tried to get you in the same hood you post?

Yeah, yeah

The last time I seen Dunk, we weren't seein' eye to eye

When it's two sides to a story, it be a lot of lies

And he really had what it took to be a ride or die

I still miss him, yeah

And with all the fake ones still livin', why did God have to take a real ****? (Okay, yeah, okay, yeah)

That's why I try to take the time and give the flowers to the real ones still with us

I seen the biggest get put down

Most of the realest in the ground

Keepin' it solid can make life much harder

So we just tryna get a lil' farther

Yeah, and with all the fake ones still livin', why did God have to take a real ****? (Okay, yeah, okay, yeah)

That's why I try to take the time and give the flowers to the real ones still with us