Dead Roses Lloyd Banks

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
You gettin' agitated from waitin', I smell your hatin'
You want my spot, huh? You've been practicin' your celebration
The type that wanna slow you down when you're acceleratin'
Entitled niggas want results without the dedication
Really believed in what you talkin', you'd be workin' on it
In breakin' day mode, and you haven't been the perfect mornin'
Stayin' true to yourself, dawg, it's what's most important
Remember all that was done for you, treat your folks accordin'
Lean on the motherfuckin' sofa like the hook recordin'
When it rains it's a storm, watch all the culprits pourin'
State of emergency, hear the culture callin'
And they wanna seem cool, they make you focus on 'em
You lose your life, too much sleepin', havin' a dream is tough
Niggas gotta see your blood stream to make your streams go up
Came in the business, fire and a diesel cup
It's my fault you runnin' in place? Ain't even stuck

[Chorus]
I'm hopin' it's just a phase
The moves'll have you questionnin' the way that they were raised
I'm looking 'round amazed
It's like it's so hard to congratulate a nigga nowadays (Congratulations)
Now the community's enraged
But they don't give a shit about you 'til you on the front page
And the sympathy is staged
A bunch of motherfuckers puttin' flowers on your grave