Champagne Seats

Lyrics

[Intro: Joey Purp] Uh Yeah Uh [Verse 1: Joey Purp] I know the game is cold, they told me that it's to be sold The greatest story told, the man who turned his words to gold I was thinkin' grams, then I started thinkin' homes We goin' hand to hand until we own the land we on I'm certified and stamped in everything I'm standin' on And that's if it's a hundred niggas with me or I stand alone We risked the little that we had for what we stood to gain My hands clean, but it's a dirty game, young [Chorus: Joey Purp] I seen blood on the streets, pour it out for the deceased, champagne color the seats, uh 'Cause we want them hundreds galore, stash spots under the floor, cranberry color the Porsche, uh [Verse 2: Joey Purp] I'm tryna make a reputation for that paper chasin' But my city known primarily for Glock totin' Every girl that slid on me, she got her back broken I had a dream they cracked them cells and let them jails open Ain't seen my brother in some years, he got restricted visits I try to write him every week, but sometimes, I forget him Every time I talk to him on the phone, he tell me he forgive me But deep down in his soul, I know that shit be gettin' to him I got some paper from a show I'm finna send to him Ain't got no time for politickin', fuck the politicians And the police 'cause half my people ain't got pots to piss in I got dollar vision, half these niggas snakes, the rest is snitches I spark the ganja, talk to God 'cause I can tell He listenin' Then we put diamonds in the crosses so He know we Christian I'm gon' get Rollies for my homies so they know we gettin' it Pounds in the trash can, Joey Purple do the dishes, young [Chorus: Joey Purp] I seen blood on the streets, pour it out for the deceased, champagne color the seats, uh 'Cause we want them hundreds galore, stash spots under the floor, cranberry color the Porsche, uh [Outro: Joey Purp] I know the game is cold, they told me that it's to be sold The greatest story told, the man who turned his words to gold I was thinkin' grams, then I started thinkin' homes We goin' hand to hand until we own the land we on