Renz Young - Flowers

Filling up my cup until it runneth over
But nothings over these mirrors don't help my portrait get clearer
It do the opposite, popping sh*t got me nothing closer
Been calling God, it seems the number slower who would knew it
Used to living off my drive but now can't jump the motor
Real shit
Feel it in my heart and not my stomach when a meal missed
Watch out for the fakes that say they riding with you
Aliexpress they got jerseys but most is not official
Can't pay my way to Heaven with some likes
Can't pay off Uncle Sam with some views
I should of finish college, got a job
That's why it feels better when I do
ASCAP checks been looking right lately
Never base my decision off what it might make me
I need paper my head sweating my palms itch
My dreams bigger, my reach longer my arm length
I gotta be eating
Got no dough for a feature you get no rhyme or a reason
Got a lady, she got needs she needs her commas repeating
But I can't tell if it's me or it's my time of the season, could never tell the difference
You could spare the feelings
So many one on ones with God, it's getting repetitious
Trynna put on for my city repping every minute
A lotta N****s said that line but they never did it

Yea yea yea, we back we, you know what I'm saying
41.4 is the channel
This is the Searching Searching Searching Searching Network
You know what I'm talking 'bout
We got a caller right now with it, im searching searching, line 41 what you got for me
Ay Bruh, move out the way, play that new Renz Young on that thang

Written by:
Lorenzo Moody

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