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Flowers & Tombstones
Ransom (5)
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(Conductor)
(Conductor, we have a problem)
Yeah, we definitely have a problem, my nigga
Look
Why feel static where conversations need to be sparked?
Don't mean to be harsh
But shit that swept under the rugs would probably leave you in shock
So many hide behind the smiles but the vibes and frequencies off
Them same guys who got drive but the ride is easily parked
Leaving remarks when they the most vocal about you
Sadly when you was here they wouldn't quote post about you
Now is how you met the world's home, I'm guessing they was planted off
Ironic how they wouldn't lift you up while you were standing tall
As trashy, all these headstones get garnished with petals
No responses with broken promises tarnished endeavors
They see you winning now they lips poked and arms in a pretzel
Karma and settle took me in vain
I was clogging your vessels on with a bevel blade in several ways
The charm of the devil lays in my feral gaze
Forever play the shadows, but never cool when I felt the shade
It forced my hand, all I was dealt with spades
But that don't change the rules, my nigga
This game is cruel to whoever plays
Check the gauge, just see what you attracting all the hate from
Set the stage with friends, don't need a casting call to make some
It never makes sense, these niggas passed and all the fakes come
Who put no time in but from the captions y'all was day ones
Another rapper dies and now it's streams on the Uber?
Need my flowers while I'm walking like I'm the king of Zamunda
Because I tell you how I feel so ain't no mixup when we speak last
Y'all niggas move like Bishop at the repass
Imagine if we were able to see right after our funerals (imagine that)
How many days after we passed, that laughter is suitable
I tried the fact that the numerals
Subtracting all of the few boo-hoos
And his life was beautiful, baby, what did they do to you?
You know the same old usual (the same old same)
Multiplied by the whispers
I heard he was so musical but did you know that I do music too?
Okay, remove the aunty from down south, that's delusional
Add two and two together and they'll forget you, disputable
But now that you know who is who, I see it might be news to you
That that love you had wasn't mutual, like you wasn't human too
But too-da-loo, your souls ascended right through the roof
And flew the coop, and now your body is ashes and crucibles
You knew the rules (you knew)
I'm sorry to say that you've been reduced (sorry)
To an Instagra-m post and some content for them to use
You've been abused (damn) in the caption, it says that we took a loss
But did he lose, if his cabin will get him a million views?
And I refuse to receive your reaction as an excuse
I'd be a fool to think our interactions wasn't a tool
I'm not confused, you know that Ran's a cynic
The ups and downs that comes with the plans of physics
That rose won't touch the ground 'less you plant it in it
That rest in peace pic won't see the light unless that man is in it
But handle business, flowers on tombstones for analytics
If that's the way you wanna put it
I don't have somewhere to put it, that's the way it is
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