Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blossom, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 25.07.2019
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? |