Every petal
From the stem up to the heavens
Pay me for my efforts
Give me credit
Run my cheque up til the heavens
Yeah while I can smell em
Every petal
From the stem up to the heavens
Pay me for my efforts
Give me credit
Run my cheque up til the heavens
It's tools down til we get what we want
Or tools up just to get what we want
The cost of living got me cutting off a limb It's poor decisions til I get what I need
No nutrition in this flesh that I keep
Out the bed and repeat
Momma made magic
Out the scraps she received
Breakfast of champions a family feast
We was just happy to eat
So we not satisfied with afterlife thoughts
No aspirations for a savior
When the hunger comes
The paradise stops
I want the altars I was promised in heaven
I want the opulence
That lawlessness get them
I want the Lord as my witness
The alcohol, the bitches all in my section
I wanna fall on the softest of linen
Cotton Egyptian
For all the dreams we lost to poverty
I'm karma collecting
I start my day
My call to prayer's always Father forgive me
The prophecy forgot
The message in the garden was simple
For all the knowledge I spit
I know you better give em to me
While I can smell em
Every petal
From the stem up to the heavens
Pay me for my efforts
Give me credit
Run my cheque up til the heavens
Yeah while I can smell em
Every petal
From the stem up to the heavens
Pay me for my efforts
Give me credit
Run my cheque up til the heavens
You should thank me now
Throw me my bouquet
Roots above the ground
Family jewels golden goose
Hand me the crown
Gimme the loot paid in full
I'm takin bows
Proof I made it out
Might just brag a bit
My past has been defined by loss
I think the lavish shit's a mask
For my desire for applause
The dream is tangible
I'll pass it to the next niggas up
But fuck it I'm talented
I have to get it etched on a cup
Bedazzle the ring
Some salmon pink stones on the wrist
Cold as a bitch
Some brass and steel trophies to kiss
I want massive appeal
Big figures fatten the deal
I like em thick enough to sink my gums
I'm ravenous still
I don't pass on a meal
I drag the kill across an embankment
I know rappers that's still hustlin
Being an artist is thankless
So I'm demanding props
Before I exit stage
And pay my debts with fame
There's better ways to get a taste
I want it while I can smell it
Every petal
From the stem up to the heavens
Pay me for my efforts
Give me credit
Run my cheque up til the heavens
Yeah while I can smell em
Every petal
From the stem up to the heavens
Pay me for my efforts
Give me credit
Run my cheque up til the heavens
