Flower Arrangements

Lyrics

[Intro: Sy Ari da Kid] Yeah, woah [Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid] Yeah, yeah The last time I seen Dunk, we weren't seein' eye to eye When it's two sides to a story, it be a lot of lies And he really had what it took to be a ride or die I still miss him, yeah And with all the fake ones still livin', why did God have to take a real nigga? (Okay, yeah, okay, yeah) That's why I try to take the time and give the flowers to the real ones still with us [Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid] You know you gettin' old when the youngins call you big bro I can't believe my nigga Woo done went skitzo The homie killed the other homie for a bitch, no, no What happened to the old days? I miss those Back when we was just kids tryna kick jokes Now somebody always need somethin', so I get ghost, ayy Just remember who fed you when your ass went hungry Niggas fake checkin' on me just to ask for some money, damn We used to hit the store with a dollar, get a whole meal One drink, one bag of chips, shit was so real Young niggas tryna ball like we went Oak Hill Prayin' that my bro Derez stop poppin' those pills I bought me a Glock for all these lame opps (Bah) One of them prayers from Tory Lanez pops, amen The more they snitch, the more we hate cops, I mean, yeah (Facts) These niggas always worried how the streets feel Is it really snitchin' if a nigga take a plea deal? Tryna make it out is like runnin' up a steep hill The Northside to me is like Philly to Meek Mill [Chorus: Paxquiao & Sy Ari da Kid] I seen the biggest get put down Most of the realest in the ground Keepin' it solid can make life much harder So we just tryna get a lil' farther Yeah, and with all the fake ones still livin', why did God have to take a real nigga? (Okay, yeah, okay, yeah) That's why I try to take the time and give the flowers to the real ones still with us [Verse 2: Paxquiao] Can't turn around, they'll turn on you But if you play, we on your head, we put that perm on you I can't speak about it, but need to speak to somebody 'bout it Tryna get in touch with me, I'm out of reach, I highly doubt it On all ten, I'm still sayin' prayers at night for my friends Yeah, I be wonderin' is it gon' ever wanna end? Shit, how you gonna win a fight when battlin' with them? Bring them fires out, sound like round of applause My lil' homie throwed, wanna spin just because So much shit changed, it ain't the same as it was How you went ghost when I needed you the most? How they tried to get you in the same hood you post? [Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid & Paxquiao] Yeah, yeah The last time I seen Dunk, we weren't seein' eye to eye When it's two sides to a story, it be a lot of lies And he really had what it took to be a ride or die I still miss him, yeah And with all the fake ones still livin', why did God have to take a real nigga? (Okay, yeah, okay, yeah) That's why I try to take the time and give the flowers to the real ones still with us I seen the biggest get put down Most of the realest in the ground Keepin' it solid can make life much harder So we just tryna get a lil' farther Yeah, and with all the fake ones still livin', why did God have to take a real nigga? (Okay, yeah, okay, yeah) That's why I try to take the time and give the flowers to the real ones still with us