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 yous gonna say some Js
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
Its taped on
Its 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 aint over 18
Made my own beer my own year 1993
Leppy Coqui
Definitely OD
Definitely low key
Definitely OG
To every single kid who aint over 18
Made my own beer my own year 1993
Made my own flag
Im a nomad
A mutt strut cross the globe brag
A cro-magnum
Time zones had none
When I flown past
Switch it make my own path
Like Im Bo Jackson
Two and one with that program son
Blew out my lung
Threw out my liver
Aint even an old man
No man could get to me
Im so bad
Before rap
It was Michael Jackson throwbacks
And I would dance along
Felt like Id enhance the song
Grew older now everybody chanting on
About what stance they on
You dont think about the chance you wrong
You thinking can or cant conform
To the man or mom
Im thinking if I cant perform
Im damaging a dorm
But I can so its on
Leppy Coqui
Definitely OD
Definitely low key
Definitely OG
To every kid who aint over 18
Made my own beer my own year 1993
Leppy Coqui
Definitely OD
Definitely low key
Definitely OG
To every single kid who aint 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
Thats the lone thing
Its OD
Last time back mustve 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 its supposed to be
It had to be
You close to me or you mad at me
Its 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
Its what I need she needs it just as much
Did I leave em with enough fuck it