Coupes & Roses - Stalley

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 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 nigga with the locs on

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

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

Coupes and 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: he should

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 drain, sweat pants inside vans like a Boston nigga

Everybody say I’m awesome, shit

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