Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blossom, artist - E-40. Album song Practice Makes Paper, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Record label: Heavy On The Grind Entertainment
Song language: English
Blossom |
They gon' try to take your soul by any means, mine still intact |
I rose from where roses don’t grow |
Still flourish and blossom though, yeah |
Still stuntin' on them niggas who doubted |
Why you hate on me? |
They doubted me, outed me, didn’t want me to flourish |
I come from the ghetto where we was famished, malnourished |
When people first heard me, they thought that I was a fluke |
But I’m a real nigga like Kunta Kinte from Roots |
I’ma keep runnin' even without any shoes |
Got family in Louisiana, out there in the boot |
My niggas be huntin' and they’ll give you the blues |
They don’t do music but they some Pros with the Tools |
Broken towel racks and bullet tissue holders |
Used to keep the bacon fat up in a can of Folger’s |
And if the heater ain’t workin' and it’s freezin' cold |
We open up the oven and turn on the stove, UH! |
Makin' a way out of no way, I did that (Did that) |
They gon' try to take your soul by any means, mine still intact |
I rose from where roses don’t grow |
Still flourish and blossom though, yeah |
Still stuntin' on them niggas who doubted |
Why you hate on me? |
They doubted me |
Boosie on death row with Manson, they clowned me |
Come from the gutter, no cap, the real gutter (Gutter) |
One of the few who made somethin' outta nothin' (Gutter) |
I learned how to cook cocaine from my uncle in the game |
He was a dope dealin' wit' a name |
Struggle all winter, broke all summer (Man) |
Remember only fuckin' two hoes all summer (Man) |
Mama showed pain when I cried to the Lord |
Daddy bang a needle, on game, swear to God |
Keep on the water on the stove, make it hot, shit was real |
Now a nigga livin' on the fuckin' hill |
That’s what it is |
Makin' a way out of no way, I did that (Did that) |
They gon' try to take your soul by any means, mine still intact |
I rose from where roses don’t grow |
Still flourish and blossom though, yeah |
Still stuntin' on them niggas who doubted |
Why you hate on me? |