Dead roses @ choppa’s

(Intro: Spoken Word) (Sound of a lighter flick, deep exhale) Man... they say you're supposed to plan for the future, right? But where I'm from, the future is just... it's just 'tomorrow.' And tomorrow ain't never promised. I’m tired, man. Tired of lookin' over my shoulder, tired of countin' losses like they’re pocket change.

I ain't asking for a funeral. Don't want no suits, no fake cries, no long speeches. If the clock stops today... just make sure my seeds know I was a warrior. Make sure they know that every chain around my neck was a link I broke for them.

Yeah... if I gotta go, let me go my way. To the sound of the streets. To the sound of the struggle. Turn the monitors up. Let's get it.

(Chorus) If I die young, bury me with choppers, Lay me down on a bed of dead roses. Pour me out some liquor, at dawn Send me away to the words of a trap song. Can you wipe my tears or make them go away? Shake that Etch & Sketch and whip that pain from out my face. Just love me while I’m here and don’t be counting down my days, Because that thing called life becoming more than I can take.

(Verse 1) If I die young, decorate my grave, Bring my kids to visit 'cause they daddy lost they phase. Write down everything you miss 'bout me, and throw that paper plane, And don’t get rid of my jewelry, let my daughters wear my chains. I was running through the jungle trying not to leave a trace, But the ghost of my past is the only thing I chase. Put the city on my back till my spine started to crack, Now I’m looking for the light in a world that’s painted black.

(Verse 2) Check the score, I was playin' for keeps (for keeps) World was resting, I was dyin' for sleep (no sleep) Stressing 'bout the future, tryna feed the whole team, Reaper in the shadows tryna stifle the dream. Tell my brothers: keep the fire, don't you let it go cold, Stories of a hustler, let 'em finally be told. And to my lady, girl I’m sorry that I had to leave so soon, I’ll be watching through the stars, I’ll be howling at the moon. When the bass hits in the car, know my spirit’s in the seat, I’m the rhythm in the kick, I’m the soul inside the beat.

(Bridge) So don't you wear no black, unless it’s leather or it’s silk, I came up from the mud, from the hunger and the guilt. The world is getting cold, yeah, it’s harder to survive, But I’m finally findin' peace now that I’m no longer alive.

(Chorus) If I die young, bury me with choppers, Lay me down on a bed of dead roses. Pour me out some liquor, at dawn Send me away to the words of a trap song. Don't cry for me now, just let the 808s bang, I’m flying with the angels but I’m keeping all my slang.

(Outro) (Beat fades out with a haunting piano loop) Keep my chains on 'em... Let 'em shine for me... Yeah... Dead roses on the concrete... (Voice fades to whisper) I'm finally free.