Don Q ft. Benny The Butcher - Legends Lyrics

Yeah
Don, yeah
Big, 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'
And if they think he eyein', he gon' get his eye in a stretcher (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a thin' for fast cash, hoes and foreign vehicles
Feel good to make it out on your own, when no one needed you
How I 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 (woof)
Thinkin' how to get the snakes in the garden, to keep from this (yeah)
The streets'll test you and give you a lesson when the teacher winnin' (yeah)
Don King status, I belong on the throne (I belong the 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 right? (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 can throw 'em at you
You got a better chance dodgin' a shark, tryna roll a paddle
I told 'em if I depart then my city gon' move the statue

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 carryin' all the steals from cherishin' 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 the twenty, he buried a quarter mil' (ha)
Real plug, pass that magic, you know my status (you know)
Dope ask can they have it? Before I grab it (alone)
Fuck whippin' work sometimes, you gotta stab it
Fuck waitin' on opportunity, you gotta grab it
I turn your hood to Vietnam, fuck with me and Don (brrt)
Diss the kid with freezin' arms and undefeated bars
It take more than that to be a boss
No misdemeanors, you gotta less us prick your fingers just to be involved
Mob shit
Can't take the credit, this God's gift
Got fish, nigga, my dope jumpin' like John Smith (uh)
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 been Malcom X, but I'd rather be Rich Porter
After a big order, clappin' the SIG Sauer
My team full of A1 niggas and rich lawyers
Spendin' your lil' money ain't makin' that bitch loyal (nah)
Could've never imagined how it's pannin' out (how it's pannin' 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 in mouth

All I want is my flowers given to me (let's go)
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)