Legends

[Intro: Don Q] Yeah Don, yeah Bitch, yeah Yeah [Chorus: Don Q] All I want is my flowers given to me while I can smell 'em (While I can smell 'em) Don't wait 'til I'm dead and gone to tell me how I'm a legend (Tell me how I'm a legend) [Verse 1: Don Q] You know that you dead wrong, you sayin' I ain’t excellin' (Word) And if they think he eyein', he gon' get his eye in a stretcher (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I got a thing for fast cash, hoes and foreign vehicles (Woah) Feel good to make it out on your own when no one needed you (No one) How can I give a handout to those that wasn't reachin' out (How?) Oh, now you need assistance? (Huh?) Where was you? 'Cause it was only a few I can name, before the fame, that really seen the vision (That seen the vision) When it was me and my dawg talkin' like Peter Griffin (Woah) Thinking how to get the snakes in the garden to keep from hissin' (Yeah) The streets'll test you and give you a lesson when the teacher wouldn't (Yeah) Don King status, I belong on a throne (I belong a throne) Why I gotta share my wins and take my losses alone? (Take my losses alone) Tell me why I gotta settle for less when I know my value (Why?) Tell me how I make it to the top floor from below the gravel (Gravel) I'm surrounded by royalty, I made my home a castle (I made my home a—) Sharp as a bow and arrow, in the dark, I could throw 'em at you (Yeah) You got a better chance dodgin' a shark tryna row a paddle (Uh) I told 'em if I depart, then my city gon' mold a statue (Woah) [Chorus: Don Q & BENNY THE BUTCHER] All I want is my flowers given to me while I can smell 'em (While I can smell 'em, nigga, yeah) Don't wait 'til I'm dead and gone to tell me how I'm a legend (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, yeah) [Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER] I'm carrying all the steel, so I'm cherishing all my kills Paid three stacks for the pair and ain't wore 'em still Heard my man got knocked with a brick and I caught a chill Before he copped out to twenty, he buried a quarter mil (Ha) Real plug, pots that magic, you know my status (You know) Dope boys ask can they have it before I grab it (Hold on) Fuck whipping work, sometimes you gotta stab it Fuck waiting on opportunity, you gotta grab it I turn your hood to Vietnam, fuck with me and Don (Brr) This the kid with freezin' arms and undefeated bars It take more than that to be a boss No misdemeanors, you gotta let us prick your finger just to be involved Mob shit, can't take the credit, this God's gift Got fish, nigga, my dope jumpin' like Josh Smith (Huh?) This for my stay down niggas who got rich I had it made 'cause I was raised by niggas who buy bricks (Buy bricks) Could've be Malcom X, but I'd rather be Rich Porter After a big order, clappin' a Sig Sauer My team full of A1 niggas and rich lawyers Spending your lil' money ain't making that bitch loyal (Nah) Could've never imagined how it's panning out (How it's panning out) You buy guns to stash 'em, but we hand 'em out (Strapped, nigga) The coach called the play and I ran the route That's how I fed my whole block hand to mouth, let's go [Chorus: Don Q] All I want is my flowers given while I can smell 'em (While I can smell 'em, nigga, yeah) Don't wait 'til I'm dead and gone to tell me how I'm a legend (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch)