Stalley - Coupes & Roses lyrics

rate me

As a kid I had a lot of money

Nodded up rubber band money

Next to that XBox thrown in my Jordan box

As a kid I had a lot of money

Nooded up rubber band 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'

Shootig 3s for a dollar

I was hustling niggers back then

Buying momma scratch and wins

Stacking my ends trying to get that Robinson

Cause pop was robbing

Beatin'em back then

I mean back when he was in my life

I still had to think

For my life it was good with that

Dicky pants and shooting thai

Let me decide which way to go

Changes tire wages

Out to the day I expire so

BCGs Russian blue collar to the buckle

All my deals done Midwest

Nigger 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

Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead

Fresh made we bow our head

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

Coupes & roses flowers for the dead

Fresh made we bow our head

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

Expensive habits I’m an

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 nigger

Everybody say I’m awesome

I’m just makin money talkin' this

Never made one cent

Of a toss in a blink

I hustled diamonds

Got my hands dirty

Cleaning 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 nigger

The harder I work more lavish I live

Not bad for a kid

Who always started with kicks

Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead

Fresh made we bow our head

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

Coupes & roses flowers for the dead

Fresh made we bow our head

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

Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead

Fresh made we bow our head

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

Coupes & roses flowers for the dead

Fresh made we bow our head

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

He said

Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead

Fresh made we bow our head

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

Coupes & roses flowers for the dead

Fresh made we bow our head

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