Lyrics Flowers - Superstar Mason

Its for the shit did
Its for the shit I did
Just send it to the crib
Jus send it to the
I need my flowers need my flowers for the shit I did
I dont have to smell em you can send em to the crib
My whole life been a mentor and a prodigy
And this is the thanks I get
Psssh Fuck me

I'm done chilling with niggas thats still auditioning
To be something special like south africa's fourth president
There's no intelligence there's nobody I recommend
My sole presence deserving of gold necklaces
So what heritage you speak of that you meddle in
You know you African never been to medelin
We only shine when over applying vaseline
We stay dope but homie we ain't trafficking
Hardly a rebel above the level to battle
I'm using words niggas using bows and arrows
How can I settle my record is independent
How will I manage to ever sever the excess fat
I'm kidding nigga this is just rap
Thought you the man of the house until pops came back
Like that you a lil nigga gotta face facts
Fantasizing bout dresses and stilletos til you did that

I need my flowers need my flowers for the shit I did
I dont have to smell em you can send em to the crib
My whole life been a mentor and a prodigy
And this is the thanks I get
Psssh Fuck me

Highly involved with bosses all across the board
Im even regarded as Moses when I walk the walk
Separate flows from hoes when I send em home
Never imposed by those foes on the low
I keep my circle like a spare key you never see it
Hardly use em like your first fresh pair ofsneakers
Im on the beach with my bitch running round in pj's
Shes from the pj's just like me we kinda cliche
Running wild and ignoring whatever the priest say
He got some nerve hey, he begging for money on church days
Shhhh but Im quick to spend it anyway
Last week at the strip club I got my ass beat
Coz I aint paying for pussy this is what a man eat
Lets put it into perspective if you are as deep
Its faith its what you live by the sacrifices that you made
And how you get by you understand that the greats
Will always look fly
Its what they do when you aint, its like you popeye
You get the power, Im having dreams in my darkest hour
I shower, and chill, now I gotta go on coz yo
Moms home so its time to pack up your console
Im here for your condolences I heard you dead broke
Theres nothing i can do if theres nothing you can afford
Niggas see the end but still dont wanna let it go
I guess it started from schol thats how the story go
Im tryna use words to paint you a scenario
I did my own thing i never liked a cameo
Hardly played games my brother liked super mario
They put you on just to boo you off the game of life
Cant see through the game its like a can of Sprite...