Coupes  Roses
Stalley
[Verse 1: Stalley]
As a kid, I had a lot of money
Knotted up, rubber band money
Next to that Xbox, thrown in my Jordan box
I think it was my 13s, something that I rarely rocked
White and black high top, I used to wear the high socks
Back when I was ballin', shootin' 3s for a dollar
I was hustlin' niggas back then, buyin' momma scratch and wins
Stackin my ends, tryna get that Robinson
Cause pop was robbin', beatin' 'em back then
I mean back when he was in my life
I still had to 'fend, for my life, it was do or die
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, Bofon
When it comes to getting this paper, I'm like Kobe and Lebron

[Hook: Stalley]
Coupes and roses, flowers for the dead
Fresh may we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread
Lord keep us safe and our families out the Feds
My OG ash'd his square and this is what he said, he said
Coupes and roses, flowers for the dead
Fresh may we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread
Lord keep us safe and our families out the Feds
My OG ash'd his square and this is what he said, he said
[Verse 2: Stalley]
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 drip
Sweat pants in Top Tens like a Boston nigga
Everybody say I'm awesome, shit
I’m just makin money talkin' this
Never made one cent off of tossin' a brick
I hustled diamonds, got my hands dirty, cleaned my wrist
Gold gat, no rope, still the motion is sick
Blue Collar, clean Impala, automatic no stick
In case they trip, automatics with grip protect possessions
Don’t condone a weapon but they out to catch us slippin'
When you livin' like this, the poor feast on the rich
Court seats to the Knicks, shout Amar'e, my nig'
The harder I work, more lavish I live
Not bad for a kid who only started with kicks

[Hook: Stalley]
Coupes and roses, flowers for the dead
Fresh may we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread
Lord keep us safe and our families out the Feds
My OG ash'd his square and this is what he said, he said
Coupes and roses, flowers for the dead
Fresh may we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread
Lord keep us safe and our families out the Feds
My OG ash'd his square and this is what he said, he said
[Bridge: Female Singer]
La la la la la
La la la, he said

[Hook: Stalley]
Coupes and roses, flowers for the dead
Fresh may we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread
Lord keep us safe and our families out the Feds
My OG ash'd his square and this is what he said, he said
Coupes and roses, flowers for the dead
Fresh may we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread
Lord keep us safe and our families out the Feds
My OG ash'd his square and this is what he said, he said

[Outro: Female Singer & Rick Ross]
La la la la la, he said
Uh, uh, uh, Black Bottles on ice
Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2013, titled "Coupes  Roses", by artist "Stalley".