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Instrumental - Gold Roses - Drake ft. Rick Ross

LYRICS -

Intro -

The days, keep getting weirder, the man still has no idea what rlthe fuck he is upto, like he ever did. But there's one thing that he knows for sure,
there's only thing that he will always know for sure....

Verse -

I speak volumes, and put em on mute,
You get black balled, ironic, just get in the cue,
I been swimming with sharks, I'm not scared of your pool,
I been floating, with no hits on my tube,
I been the dopest, losing patience with focus,
My mind weak and my pen getting robust,
You living life being dead in the moment,
I'm losing count, but I'm the one chosen,
The fun going, we grown up, it's known then,
The fact chills down my back, I stay frozen,
Cold blooded, cold heart, and it's broken,
I need the warmth to be back and be moulded,
And til then, I be by myself, sharpening,
Hoping I bloom, learning gardening,
But my routine disheartening,
Running in circles like I'm practicing,
Sick and tired of the system like an activist,
I burn your harvest in this battlefield
Art of war, swords drawn on the canvas see,
Throwing shade, over head, like a canopy,
Few stacks, couple bitches ain't a fantasy,
I'm just tryna make it for my family,
They background check, everything's a tragedy,
A misfit with no manual, can't handle me,
Just letting things fall in they place, automatically,
Is it myth or magic ? Tell me how it's happening,
I'm a pope who always showed up on the court, I m preaching and I'm practicing,
And the game never changed for the players who be slacking,
On the screen, they be stunting, it ain't action,
You act real? doesn't matter, still an actor,
And they can never kill this rapper,
Anything could happen,
And If I die, this whole rap game bout to be a bastard. I'm bad.