Give Me My Flowers Now - Dj Kay Slay, Papoose, Joel Ortiz

Imagine working hard and having almost everything you could want in life

And in the blink of an eye

You find yourself fighting for your life

Never take anything for granted;

not even your last breath

If I die in the streets today

Tell my mother that I’m sorry the reaper came

I haven’t reached all my goals

Father, please embrace my soul

Tryna survive, so while I’m still alive:

Give me my flowers now

Give me my flowers now

'Cause Father Time countin' the hours down

Daffodils, tulips, carnations and lilies by the pound

And Shaka Zulu, King Tut, emperor wearin' the proper crown

Glorious empire ruler, you should be bowin' down

Turn my circuit into a circus like I’m some kinda clown

Degradin' my existence, prolific talent and vibrant style

Don’t say I’m the best when I’m gone

I can’t hear not a sound

Sorry, but my ears ain’t workin' if I’m inside the ground

Went from shopliftin' in Key Food inside the aisle

To usin' to stuff crack inside of vials

Road to the riches, my transmission done conquered miles

From the hood to Hollywood, makin' my mama proud

Comin' to my funeral fake cryin' and hidin' smiles?

You undercover haters and culture vultures are not allowed

This is for my fans from New York and out of town

If I go, let off the streetsweeper, a thousand rounds

If I die in the streets today

Tell my mother that I’m sorry the reaper came (I'm so sorry)

I haven’t reached all my goals

Father, please embrace my soul

Tryna survive (survive), so while I’m still alive:

Give me my flowers now

I’m doing well, I’m focused

As I remain a upper echelon

Developed vocalist who never sells the most

It’s cool, I’m chillin', I ain’t mad, I ain’t yellin'

All I’m tellin folk is:

If you truly fuck with me, don’t let it go unnoticed

As I recline in this loveseat, thinkin' back to the crack

I used to stash in sofas, feelin' that emotion

'Cause I was trapped in that trap when the funny cat approaches

Then the magnum roastin'

Now I’m sittin' in these sessions in the studio

Writin' somebody’s magnum opus

See my face when the mag gets opened

I hit the club and the magnum opens

Make eye contact with, later on a gold Magnum opens

Don’t confuse us with braggadocious

I ain’t flexin', I’m just grateful I ain’t have a early casket closin'

Don’t give me roses when they put me in the ground

Scream «yow"or give a nigga his flowers while he’s still around

If I die in the streets today

Tell my mother that I’m sorry the reaper came (I'm so sorry)

I haven’t reached all my goals

Father, please embrace my soul

Tryna survive (survive), so while I’m still alive:

Give me my flowers now

Everyone’s favorite saying seems to be

«No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper»

But those weapons will form

And you better pray that they do not prosper

Stay woke