Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bed Of Roses , by - Jesse Jagz. Release date: 06.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bed Of Roses |
| Life ain’t a bed of roses |
| If you really grind, you know this |
| Listen to me, nothing in this life comes easily |
| You feeling me |
| Sun up, sundown we grinding |
| Just to rock them suits with the purple lining |
| Trynna make that money |
| See clearly |
| Make money |
| I spit that |
| Boy wonder shit |
| Me and my conglomerate |
| Money is legitimate |
| The game we reconfigured it |
| We stand stronger than Egyptian pyramids |
| The boy spitting so ridiculous |
| Sunlight has got me shaking my head, shade in my eye |
| Itching and aching niggas waking and baking to get high |
| Anticipating that moment when I’ll be touching the sky |
| You wanna give birth to stars, start fucking the sky |
| And I know, my spot ain’t for the meek or the shy |
| He learned it all by himself, nobody teach him to fly |
| He too emotional sometimes, somebody speak and he cry |
| Paranoia setting in like someone’s is creeping behind |
| But i know, some niggas play hide and seek and you find |
| They wishing you die, say hello to that big bitch in the sky |
| Its okay cos even God say he a thief in the night |
| A sly nigga always gon keep his beef in his smile |
| But I can see through him nobody teach him to spy |
| When he looks to the side |
| I can see the glitch in his eye |
| He superman outside |
| I know that that bitch is inside |
| He blinking his eyes |
| Yeah he switching to the side |
| I’m doomsday niggas know I’m a celestial foe |
| Put the word out, let the whole confederate know |
| It’s that, imperial yo |
| Incredible flow |
| Fucked around with skill started creating miracles yo |
| Life ain’t a bed of roses |
| If you really grind, you know this |
| Listen to me, nothing in this life comes easily |
| You feeling me |
| Sun up, sundown we grinding |
| Just to rock them suits with the purple lining |
| Trynna make that money |
| See clearly |
| Make money |
| The rap game has never been much harder |
| Niggas get spun 360 like Vince carter |
| I been smarter |
| When I battle I bring Sparta |
| Bend matter |
| Spits venom to end parker |
| Because I been through plenty distress |
| I’m still flier than J. F Kennedy yes |
| I just burn and I bury the rest |
| I move with supernatural finesse |
| And this is how we gon determine the best |
| J town flow until infinity yes |
| I let them know |
| This is how divinity bless |
| I’m on a row |
| It’s microphone serenity yes |
| I let them know |
| Ladies no slow killing me sex |
| Its softly softly and she killing me yes |
| No Aspen cigarettes simply the best |
| My spotlight’s 21-century effects |
| Life ain’t a bed of roses |
| If you really grind, you know this |
| Listen to me, nothing in this life comes easily |
| You feeling me |
| Sun up, sundown we grinding |
| Just to rock them suits with the purple lining |
| Trynna make that money |
| See clearly |
| Make money |
| If you feeling this put your fist in the air |
| Jagznation coming through you best stay clear |
| Ain’t no doubt about it |
| These niggas ain’t got it |
| We steady making paper you niggas still ain’t got it |
| If you feeling me |
| Making pees all-day |
| 365 in a year |
| Hustling hard all-day |
| I’m closing my eyes so much I’m such a dreamer |
| I smoke so much until the point i get a fever |
| Stress on my mind and i need to take a breather |
| Yeah, i know this shit is getting deeper |
| But i remember my path is what i make it |
| There is no bitching around when I’m kinda feeling forsaken |
| It’s kinda hard not to listen to the hating |
| Father hope you hear me while I’m praying |
| Nah cos i know |
| Them niggas beefing the boy |
| They bleeding the boy |
| Yeah i see them reaching for more |
| They leeching for more |
| I know they deceiving the boy |
| I let them know this soldier’s mission is called seek and destroy |
| Forget that |
| I let them know when I’m debriefing them boy |
| I’m killing them boy |
| Even know what the debriefing is for |
| A lot of niggas fighting hard (odd) they try to even the score |
| I call my mic lucifer, this what this demon is for |
| I’m a God to em, look how i Eden them boy |
| I’m coming hard on the beat the whole semen is gone |
| When it comes to rap, you doctor know I’m lethal for sure |
| Spitting decibels, I’m known to blow your speakers for sure |
| When it comes to rap, I’m the grim reaper for sure |
| I got you higher than the roof that’s what the cheeber is for |
| You don’t beef me that’s what Justin Beiber is for |
| While he was cheating for more |
| We was keeping the score |
| I’m doing the impossible nigga I’m bleaching the sun |
| Don’t give a fuck I’m keeping it nun, uh |
| Plus I’m sleeping with that nun |
| Niggas talking shit see they only peep and they run |
| Scared motherfuckers, I’m sleeping with that gun |
| Nigga got them fooled, see (4C), I’ve been keeping the bomb |
| Revolutionary shit is what I’m frequently on |
| Revolutionary minds is what i recently bombed |
| If you feeling this put your fist in the air |
| Jagznation coming through you best stay clear |
| Ain’t no doubt about it |
| These niggas ain’t got it |
| We steady making paper you niggas still ain’t got it |
| If you feeling me |
| Making pees all-day |
| 365 in a year |
| Hustling hard all-day |