Gold Roses Video (MV)

My gas light stay on more then the lights do
N niggas fraud all I hear is what they might do
N bitches f*ckin for a picture n a like too
I'm no exception ask da question shit I might do
No drug dealer but I find myself still hittin switches
Like I'm telling you my life thru these hidden scriptures
Thou shall not kill
Thou shall not steal
But for that dollar n my dream sorry lord I still will
N I'm riden wit dat steel in my lap
Bag a pills windows tinted when I peel thru the trap
Shit is real got a whole life sentence in my lap
Yes your honor yes I did show me wea my cell at
N when I die sorry God show me wea dat hell at
Sorry mama don't come get me leave me wea dat bail at
Shit is real nigga
Real niggas
Kill Niggaz
So don't rep it if you never seen da field
That's foreal nigga

Gold roses
Ain't no bringin em back
Thug Life cross his stomach n he livin wit dat
Gold roses
Nappy head n his pants hang low
Hanging round in da place wea even plants don't grow
Gold roses

I make something outta nothing like a cookie from scratch
And every bar I spit hot like it's fresh out da batch
See I started as a egg then I started to hatch
The ugly duckiling out da family yea I never could match
Baggy jeans n sum old scuffed up red chucks
Begging my cousins for sum shoes yea it's that f*cked up
Same black Tee niggas used to clown me in
Hand me down black label used to drown me in
So... young and unlucky
Only heaven above me
More focused on finding money
Then finding someone to love me
This rap shit is my life
Uh
I put my heart in it
Eating on every track that gets delivered like I ordered it
I'm really about it don't test me baby
Ima problem in da booth come arrest me lady
See my mood been kinda crazy so aggressive lately
Better come correct when u approch me baby

A Gold Rose

Gold roses
Ain't no bringin em back
Thug Life cross his stomach n he livin wit dat
Gold roses
Nappy head n his pants hang low
Hanging round in da place wea even plants don't grow
Gold roses

My tattoos tell a story follow along
I wrote these poems wit no beat you'll prolly call it a song
Im not perfect do my rights but people callin it wrong
Even my teachers for a grade they was callin my mom
Listen ima product of ext
Procrastinating life like I got it na whatever
Pushing bad thoughts into a corner in my mental
Then open up my heart to n let it bleed through this pencil

Letting out my demons but they back before dinner
Why I let em back cause regardless ima sinner
Repent and start again watch my chances get thinner
Cause why we try to get in only half of us a enter
Was there at every service mama made me n it saved me
Now I post my music n you play me n it pays me
Not to get confused I love my fans y'all are crazy
Cause Malik was just a boy and now I'm Leak y'all who made me