Lyrics:
I'm a put in my two cents penny in hand copper
Watch me go gobbler some copper copper gobbler
There's no limitation to what the pen do
I see food not
HOOK OPULENT SOUL
Dripping wet, dripping, dripping, dripping wet
Got my copper, crystals dripping, dripping wet
Locs downs, clowning
See these
Yo, what them know about lock arff?
Wah? Road get lock arff
Face get chop arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Everyting lock arff
What them know
A Sultan sat on his Oriental mat
In his harem, High Street, Persia (Persia)
He took a sip of coffee, just a drip
And he said to his servant, Kersia
on them triggers
My life is real pour spirits to the ones whom died and the ones who were recently killed
Fist high for the ones who remembers when them 8
(Alright, well I'm twenty-six so I've lived here for twenty-six years)
(I married my high school sweetheart so we've been mar-)
(We've been
I don't see
Tarnished copper mixed with silver cutlery
Or a rooftop on the edge of a shattered world.
Well they tore down the high school by my house
Trying to make it to the top
They trying to stop us
Trying to get the gwop we dodging coppers
Enemies and haters wanna top us
But we rise above it
Na na na na
The high school burnout scene
Na na na na
Na na na na oh
Na na na na
The high school burnout scene
You were king of the hill (Of
16 walking wit a four fifth
I’m from Orleans not New Orleans
Down the hill boy from the convent
Bitch I came up on fortune
2 second walk from the 95
and race them boys, steady duckin' from that smoke
Them boys swear they pressure , but them boys just be hoes
They be high, Ross the kitty, yeah, you know
made me some racks off of Itunes
I don't know bout Mac and Devin
Cause the Devin I knew brought his Mac to high school
Mother fuckers been snaking way
had to relocate in the hills
Peace of mind, kick back, how it feels
Get high forget all my problems
Get high forget all my problems
So I had to relocate
a Porsche we can drive//
My country got these issues, and we refuse to acknowledge them
Killers in our classrooms, in our schools and the colleges
Shot while
In high school, was I whack because I wasn't sellin' smack
I could've ripped a brown back, or could've pulled up on the mat
Out the tank with the sack
he only has to ask
Blame the teachers, blame the school
Blame the parents, come on blame one and all
Blame the coppers, blame the drugs
Blame
the buildings here
Stretch far, far too high
This Big Red college town it's not alright
I wanna see copper fields of milo
Green rolling hills and silos
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
don't see the ends of my paper like P.S nigga
But damn in high school you had the fattest ass
And now me out of high school, you got a fatter ass
Swear
that dude
I’m keeping you like my house
On the hill in Malibu
Them other niggas is old news like old school
You keep me Bran’Nu, You are my soul school
I
Gucci Louis my colour for real
Louboutin is her heels
I know Rollie's might try
And follow the wheels the obbo is real
We invested in copper
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
Up in the hills
Where coppers don't crack down on them copper steels
We're makin' trap door tax free dollar bills
Up in the highway biz
An honest
the smell
An everyday thing that I live to tell
Pulled out my Black Flys, covered up my red eyes
If that copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, lies
Dirty
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