Leppy Coqui

Made my own nation out imagination Imagine making everything you wanted out of patience All while blunted, drinking, drunken, wasted What you thinking cousin? grubbing Fucking bacon Pull up in basic Sweat suit grey with some fucking asics Nah some suedes thought you's gonna say some J's Liaison of real city shit he stays on Scaffoldings he hanged on Value every second that he waited till the train come Super hero living with my moms, got the cape on, it's taped on It's winter coming so my fades gone November out to LA like he Twon Shouts to the couch that I stay on Drank on the grey swan till we way gone Next day better pray for 'em or the day gone Better pray for 'em or the day gone Better pray for 'em Leppy Coqui Definitely OD Definitely low key Definitely OG To every kid who ain't over 18 Made my own beer my own year 1993 Leppy Coqui Definitely OD Definitely low key Definitely OG To every single kid who ain't over 18 Made my own beer my own year 1993 Made my own flag I'm a nomad, a mutt Strut cross the globe brag A cro-magnon Time zones had none When i flown past Switch it make my own path Like I'm Bo Jackson Two and one with that program son Blew out my lung Threw out my liver Ain't even an old man No man could get to me I'm so bad Before rap, it was Michael Jackson throwbacks And I would dance along, felt like I'd enhance the song Grew older now everybody chanting on About what stance they on You don't think about the chance you wrong You thinking, can or can't conform To the man or mom I'm thinking if I can't perform, I'm damaging a dorm But I can so it's on Leppy Coqui Definitely OD Definitely low key Definitely OG To every kid who ain't over 18 Made my own beer my own year 1993 Leppy Coqui Definitely OD Definitely low key Definitely OG To every single kid who ain't over 18 Made my own beer my own year 1993 Made my own thing No strings attached Just rap no bling Gold chain My grandma gave me on my born day That's the lone thing Its OD Last time back must've been '03 Remembering her back yard the mango tree Dogs barking juxtaposed with rosaries Holding me to pops trying get a hold of me Smacked in manhattan man distractions what it's supposed to be It had to be You close to me or you mad at me It's all the same savagery, sipping bally b But I had to eat, so I had to stop Went home to my baby girl in her lavish loft The best is when she chefing pork chops and applesauce And I eat it up, eat her up, squeeze her butt Never cease to fuck It's what I need she needs it just as much Did I leave 'em with enough fuck it