The Stand - The Coup

This is the place where I take my stand

Take my stick and draw a line in the sand

Show my hand, initiate the actions planned

Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin demands

Here’s the place where I take my stand

Take my stick and draw a line in the sand

Show my hand, initiate the actions planned

Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams

As saltwater drips from my oculars

I got the urge to just squeeze on the Glock and burst

My fingertips wipe away my teardrops, I curse

You diggin in my purse, so may you rock a hearse

This feeling’s popular, cause people’s kids need socks and shirts

And if you po' you get woped the worst

Hopes of Hollywood endings without plot the first

Be happy all I did so far is drop a verse

See I’m old school, like coke lines and LP covers

Learned how to hustle then run when the heat hovers

Fist to my heart, warm embrace how I greet others

Cookin with no lights make my +Fishburne+ like _Deep Cover_

Keep cover cause I’m fin’sta spray

I go from sun up to sun down and miss the day

You been sayin for months that you gon' fix my pay

While the hours of my life get pissed away

Weed and dope, speed and hope

When we bleedin broke, we get keyed and cope

When ecstasy pills don’t stop SBC bills

We get all depressed like we need a rope

Poundin walls, cain’t handle it

Ten days with the candles lit

When the fridge cheese green and the pocket cheese silver

Ain’t no hustle too scandalous

And I’m a champion, at runnin my mouth

But I’ll be campin if I’m kicked out the house

So here’s my anthem sing it to the music or shout

I forfeit the rat race to start the 12 round bout

I got your damn IOU in my hand

Thankin of things I can do with two grand

But I’mma light it with a Bic then use it as a wick

To burn your shit down cause I’m through with you man

Less you pay me

Mama, never raised no punks, now

Brawlin but not crawlin

Time to put my all in

Mama, never raised no punks, now

Brawlin but not crawlin

We starvin but y’all ballin