| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Leppy Coqui , by - Wiki. Song from the album No Mountains In Manhattan, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп