Sandra's Rose

Album: Scorpion (2018)
Charted: 27
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  • Yeah, no more, no more
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
    Yeah, no more, no more
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh


    Niggas see the crib and ask who did I steal from
    Price tags on makin' the world feel some
    They don't have enough to satisfy a real one
    Maverick Carter couldn't even get the deal done
    Niggas scared to come towards us, gotta run from us
    Louisville hush money for my young gunners
    Rick Pitino, I take 'em to strip clubs and casinos
    Stack of c-notes get all you niggas scratched like Preemo
    Worms, I just opened up a can of those
    My mother had a flower shop, but I was Sandra's Rose
    Two girls that I rope like Indiana Jones
    I make them hoes walk together like I'm Amber Rose
    Yeah, fuck that, I got to up the ante
    California girls sweeter than pieces of candy
    Had me all in Nipsey hood to go link up with Sammy
    Type of hood where bandanas make niggas a family
    Head on a swivel, I could shoot but I could never dribble
    Life too short, I gotta get it 'fore they blow the whistle
    My uncle tryna change my energy with stones and crystals
    But it's gon' take more than that for me to control my issues
    I wasn't made for no casket or no prison cell
    Every title doin' numbers like I'm Miss Adele
    Sandra knows I pulled us out of a living hell
    I'm the chosen one, flowers never pick themselves

    Yeah, no more, no more
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah (let me catch my prey)
    (You know me, you know me) yeah no more, no more
    (Never get me confused, never get me confused) baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh
    (You know me, you know me) (let me catch my breath)
    (Talking 'bout leaving and you ain't gone yet)
    (You know me, you know me)

    Niggas want a classic, that's just ten of these
    Crime family like the Genovese
    You don't want drama, capisc'?
    My house is full of supermodels just like Mohamed Hadid
    I take this shit too serious, you niggas my comic relief
    I find it funny how I keep on talkin' and commas increase
    I'm standin' at the top of where you niggas are climbin' to reach
    I even got my very own initials inscribed on my sheets
    Subtle reminders are key, jeez!
    Spoiler alert: the second act is tragic
    And everyone that wants the worst for me's askin' what happened
    Backstabbed so many times I started walkin' backwards
    Like Charlamagne, I see the light and see the darkest patches
    Bury me and I'll be born again
    I walk in godly form amongst the mortal men
    I got some real demons across the border fence
    And made a note of the mistakes we can't afford again
    Like I said, can of worms and I'm the early bird
    Niggas want to hang but I'm too busy doin' dirty work
    Hit 'em back and say we'll link up on the 33rd
    When I say that they cursin' me it ain't dirty words
    Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit synagogue
    I don't know who's protectin' me but we hit it off
    Sandra's rose, no wonder they tryna' pick me off
    I guess you gotta show these niggas who you really are

    Yeah no more, no more
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah
    Yeah no more, no more
    Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh Writer/s: Aubrey Graham, Christopher Martin, Maneesh Bidaye
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind


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