Don Q, Benny the Butcher - Legends lyrics

Yeah don, yeah bitch, yeah yeah

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)

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)

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)

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

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)