Fresh Flowers - La the Darkman

Yeah… fresh flowers…

La the Dark… yo…

Figaro chains, Cuban Linx, three quarter minks

Private planes, jet lear, bull horn, cardiere

Insight done told me that I live, elevator in my crib

Backyard, full court, literature, Rob Report

Blue diamond, BBS, double breast, bulletproof vest

Two g stack, bulging out my coochie sweats

Forever in competition, Cryst' pissing, roley glisten

Type nigga been baking pies, in my momma kitchen

While she at work, fucking virgins, screaming in hurt

Lift they tennis skirt, seventeen pumps, then I squirt

Favorite bitch;

Mary Blige, favorite gun;

four-five

Been in multiple shoot-outs, three times, I almost died

I ride, like a cowboy, B.K.

wild boy

Heartless child, like to play with forty cal.

toys

Half a millionaire, try’nna be a billionaire

Osama Bin Ladin’s father’s an oil zillionaire

Tycoon, causing mass destructions, like typhoons

Believe, you cross the Clan, you die soon

But rather than later, have you breathing on the respirator

Busting at your click, niggas running out of they data’s

It’s La…

Understand… it’s just the life, man

Get a load of me… yeah…

Feel like I’m locked in the cellar, La the Darkman, Nelson Mandela

Smoke scents in suites, Penn & Teller, cigarello fella

Momma wished I went to Yale, but I ended up in jail

Making collect calls, try’nna post bail

And that wasn’t where I planned to be, fighting for my sanity

This world is about money, not about humanity

Young dude, taught to do math, eat food

Older Gods, from the yards, trained my attitude rude

I’m Godly, but when I’m pissed, I’m devilish

Malcolm X type, with a John Gotti twist

Stay blitzed, on the daily, except when I’m with my baby

I gave out consignment, fuck you, nigga, pay me

Elementary Dear Watson, gats keep popping

Drugs keep clocking, the feds keep watching

So I stay low-pro, always keep a calico

Beemer or the Benz, both got the stash, yo

It’s ridiculous, my style is sicker than cyphillis

Don’t laugh much, cuz my heart ain’t ticklish

It’s La…

Nigga, yeah, fresh flowers, nigga