Coupes & Roses

As a kid, I had a lot of money

Knotted up, rubber band money

Next to that Xbox, thrown in my Jordan box

I think it was my 13s, something that I rarely rocked

White and black high top, I used to wear the high socks

Back when I was ballin', shootin' 3s for a dollar

I was hustlin' **** back then, buyin' momma scratch and wins

Stackin my ends, tryna get that Robinson

Cause pop was robbin', beatin' 'em back then

I mean back when he was in my life

I still had to 'fend, for my life, it was do or die

Dicky pants and suit and tie, let me decide which way to go

Changes tire wages out to the day I expire so

BCG's Russian, Blue Collar to the buckle

All my deals done, Midwest **** with the locs on

Been getting this since Voltron, kung-fu grip, Bofon

When it comes to getting this paper, I'm like Kobe and Lebron

Coupes and roses, flowers for the dead

Fresh may we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread

Lord keep us safe and our families out the Feds

My OG ash'd his square and this is what he said, he said

Coupes and roses, flowers for the dead

Fresh may we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread

Lord keep us safe and our families out the Feds

My OG ash'd his square and this is what he said, he said

Expensive habits, I'm a addict for golden kicks

Leather bunkers and dark-skinned chicks

What can I say? I like to floss a bit, spend money like a faucet drip

Sweat pants in Top Tens like a Boston ****

Everybody say I'm awesome, shit

I’m just makin money talkin' this

Never made one cent off of tossin' a brick

I hustled diamonds, got my hands dirty, cleaned my wrist

Gold gat, no rope, still the motion is sick

Blue Collar, clean Impala, automatic no stick

In case they trip, automatics with grip protect possessions

Don’t condone a weapon but they out to catch us slippin'

When you livin' like this, the poor feast on the rich

Court seats to the Knicks, shout Amar'e, my nig'

The harder I work, more lavish I live

Not bad for a kid who only started with kicks

Coupes and roses, flowers for the dead

Fresh may we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread

Lord keep us safe and our families out the Feds

My OG ash'd his square and this is what he said, he said

Coupes and roses, flowers for the dead

Fresh may we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread

Lord keep us safe and our families out the Feds

My OG ash'd his square and this is what he said, he said

La la la la la

La la la, he said

Coupes and roses, flowers for the dead

Fresh may we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread

Lord keep us safe and our families out the Feds

My OG ash'd his square and this is what he said, he said

Coupes and roses, flowers for the dead

Fresh may we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread

Lord keep us safe and our families out the Feds

My OG ash'd his square and this is what he said, he said

La la la la la, he said

Uh, uh, uh, Black Bottles on ice