Coupes & Roses

As a kid i had a lot of money Knotted up, rubberband money Next to that XBox, thrown in my Jordan box I think it was my 13's something that i rarely rocked White and black high top, i used to wear the high socks Back when i was ballin', shootin' 3's for a dollar I was hustlin' niggas back then, buyin' momma scratch and wins Stackin my ends, tryin' to get that Robinson Cause pop was robbin', beatin' 'em back then I mean back when it was in my life I still had to think For my life, it was good with that Dicky pants and shootin' tai Let me decide which way to go Changes tire wages out to the day I expire so BCG's Russian, blue collar? All my deals done, Midwest nigga with the locks on Been getting this since Voltron, kung-fu grip, grow fond When it comes to getting this paper I'm like coke deal up boy X2 Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead Fresh made, we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread Lord keep us safe and our families out the feds My OG asked it square, and this is what he said: we should Expensive habits, I'm a addict for gold and kicks Leather bunkers and dark skinned chicks What can I say? I like to floss a bit Spend money like a faucet drain Sweat pants inside vans like a Boston nigga Everybody say I'm awesome I'm just makin money talkin' this Never made one cent off a toss in a blink I hustled diamonds, got my hands dirty, cleanin my wrist Gold gat, no rope, still emotion is sick Blue collar, clean Impala, automatic no stick In case in trip automatics who grip protect possessions Don't condone a weapon but they out to catch us slippin' When you livin' like this the poor fish on the rich Court seats in the Knicks, shout to Marn, my nigga The harder I work more lavish I live Not bad for a kid who always started with kicks X4