CoUpe ft. 5immia Lyrics

I've been fightin' from everything that I went through

Lovin' in pain, let me tell y'all the truth Been sayin' any day I'll be paid for my truth

I pray for the day that we swerve a lane in that coupe

I pray for the day that we swerve a lane in that coupe

I pray for the day that we swerve a lane in that coupe

I pray for the day that we swerve a lane in that coupe

I pray for the day that we swerve a lane in that

I just been runnin' in place, please get the fuck out my face, yeah

Niggas attack my faith, nah, chopper gone color your face, yeah, yeah, yeah

Trauma dumpin' all kinds of buggin', yeah, yeah

Times of huntin', your pockets gunnin', yeah, yeah

Never thuggin just tryna live, yeah, huh

Even if that meant runnin' in your crib, yeah, uh

Tired of this shit, tied into knots I can't stop all this shit

Ties to the block you get popped for this shit

Tried to depart but got lost in this shit

Different departments, they partin yo wig

Remember this part and I'll never forget

The ones that we loved, they got lost in all of it

Got lost in my love and I fell off a cliff

Protecting my weapon, this writing is bliss

Can't switch, yeah

Been feelin' a little bit extra stiff, yeah

So you tell me how I'm gon' make it

Fools gold runnin' out of patience

Soon told how I'm gon' face it, yeah

But I cannot wait, I need to get

All of the money on top of my plate, on top of my

I been fightin' from everything that I went through

Loving, in pain, lemme tell y'all the truth

Been saying any day I'll be paid from my truths

I pray for the day that we swerve in lane in that coupe

I pray for the day that we swerve in lane in that coupe

I pray for the day that we swerve in lane in that coupe

I pray for the day that we swerve in lane in that coupe

I pray for the day that we swerve in lane in that coupe

we gotta pray

And think about troubles that get in the way

A broker would never stop me as I came

I work in the basement to setting the flame

I'm puttin' in every resource to display

When I have a trophy inside of a case

I'm workin' so hard, I would never disgrace

The people that love me, and always have faith

Gettin' my props, man, I'm a profit

Back then I didn't have that really often

People would use me, would care about my problems

But now I got older they know

I got smarter, and still till this day

They be askin' for dollars

I said what they said to me when I first started

You gotta work harder to fill up your wallet

You gotta work harder to fill up your wallet, man

And who gon' tell me I won't make it

Who gon' tell me I ain't famous

Who's gon' tell me all the secrets

Who's gon' love me like it's weightless

Who's gon' trust me like it's shameless

Who's gon' back me like it's painless

Who's gon' help me with arrangements

Run up, commas, on commas, I'm on demand

Don't stand for those who want to start a problems

Me and narmerly will handle it

Had told me once I would never be somethin

I'm lookin' outstanding, man

Had told me once I would never be somethin

Now we lookin' for a Grammy, man

I been fightin' from everything that I went through

Loving, in pain, lemme tell y'all the truth

Been saying any day I'll be paid from my truths

I pray for the day that we swerve in lane in that coupe

I pray for the day that we swerve in lane in that coupe

I pray for the day that we swerve in lane in that coupe

I pray for the day that we swerve in lane in that coupe

I pray for the day that we swerve in lane in that coupe