Rosewood Ave Lyrics

Rose

Ayo man, I've been tired

ROSEWOOD (Ave)

Once the noise is over, we'll be lookin' for an exit

Everyone reads fortunes, tryna tell me who the next is

Kid please step away, you ain't know shit, you hype eater

You just follow what they do, ain't nothing more than a repeater

See I got my head fixed, we roll through Aves liq'd

Where cliques and gangs mix, I'm sans affiliate

No xans in my whip, the drone is worth it

Until I'm desperate and feeling anxious

Feeling like I'm on my own

The killer looking classy, call me Rose Capone

Your baby was yo baby til she saw you prone

You simpin', jealous son, where's your backbone?

And you're a little suburb kid, eres mamon

My hood is full of dreamers, ravaging your home

I'd say duck if you see them, they aim for the dome

And leave us posted, smoking, sipping, in our zone

Normandie, son

Nights on top of the Melrose Hill

Sparking shady greens, Girls still popping pills

This is my hood, out of Holly (Wood)

"Boy, where are you?"

Out on Rosewood (Ave)

Rosewood off of Normandie

The lighters are the signal

We don't give a fuck, we coming up, 'cause we've been dismal

Clouds are looking over, what an evening for a mission

Hit a lick 'cause we done try the patience and the wishing

Fuck you mean the fam ain't faced no problems?

I'm the one that's gotta fucking solve them

You been blessed, but you still talking reckless

I sympathize while homies run your necklace

I sympathize while homies bust your lexus

I sympathize while homies pop at breakfast

You lost in our spot and you feel helpless

Kneel, pray and thank God you live protected

'Cause you ain't shit and you ain't got perspective

Your life is bland, who let you in our crevice?

You're just a pawn that men in suits perfected

I refuse to live by set of rules, I'm restless, homie

Nights on top of the Melrose Hill

Sparking shady greens, Girls still popping pills

This is my hood, out of Holly (Wood)

"Boy, where are you?"

Out on Rosewood (Ave)

This is my hood, out of Holly (Wood)

"Boy, where are you?"

Out on Rosewood (Ave)

This is my hood, out of Holly (Wood)

"Boy, where are you?"

Out on Rosewood (Ave)

Looking forward to a brighter evening than the one they promised

Normandie taught me that I could make it out and make a profit

Takes much fucking more than wanting

Pick their pockets, reap their wallets

Street display, I'm simply watching

In dismay, they looking solemn, ugh

You aren't welcomed here

Tourists got more clout than you out here

LA G's put halo's on a bitch out here

You ain't know a thing about Hollywood, dear, no

'14 was like welcome to the rest of your ability

Do what we say homie and you'll truly fit in perfectly

'15 found the courage to step on their words, internally

'17 on Beverly (Ave) I'm stunting with what's meant for me

Culture ain't a stupid couplet people joke 'bout in a tweet

You think you be killin' but that's momma's money, homie please

Came from nothing, give me something more than shitty dancehall beats

We ain't doing well, we need some more, I aim at idols, squeeze

Nights on top of the Melrose Hill

Sparking shady greens, Girls still popping pills

This is my hood, out of Holly (Wood)

"Boy, where are you?"

Out on Rosewood (Ave)

This is my hood, out of Holly (Wood)

"Boy, where are you?"

Out on Rosewood (Ave)

This is my hood, out of Holly (Wood)

"Boy, where are you?"

Out on Rosewood (Ave)

You're capable of anything

Rosemob