Champagne Scriptures

Lyrics

[Intro: Hologram] Yo, fucking bitch Yo, check it, listen (La musica de Harry Fraud) [Verse 1: Hologram] Uh, pistol popping, bitch bopping, I drop these jewels I'm Cochran in trial, you a child in school And I don't give a fuck what you saying or what you doing I don't give a fuck if you praying or if you looting You can have the gun in your hand, but you ain't shooting Fucking faggot Much respect to my niggas Rip a pair of Nikes, cut a check for my niggas Uhh, the gun on my side like a good goomah Bitch I pull up to the hood in a good new car Chase the gin with the ale, that's ginger ale Tanqueray and Heineken, I'm high again Pretty Dominican bitches with rapsy voices Say facts to everything when I rap, facts [Break: Hologram (Meyhem Lauren)] Pussy nigga And I don't give a fuck what you saying (yeah) Meyhem, still You funky bitch you (uh huh) Holla at me when you see me, nigga What up? Woooo!!! [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Suede overcoat, champagne scriptures Life fixtures that ignite pictures, my life whispers Success, but stress is still present Like the presence of a peasant when he's begging I disassociate with niggas who associate With clown niggas who be fronting like they holding weight When things fall apart they was usually never together Queens in this bitch, I'll be rocking leather forever Three quarter waist length or the trench Out the coupe, on the stoop, off the bench Really I'm live, I'm trying to live Fuck trying to survive, it's a big difference Started selling coke, now I got white privilege Crunch math, get the right digits My life pivots, like I'm posted in the paint with possession Only moving in a forward direction Anyone can get it if it's hammer time Pop ya block, hit the stage at the Hammerstein Right after, it's nothing, it never happened Soft niggas smell like fish then get blackened, Laurenoviche [Outro: Meyhem Lauren] Back to that fly shit It's all Queens everything Motherfucking Hologram Strip hug a knot, shout out to all my niggas Will, Dave, D Stacks R-O-B, T Money, what up? We out here swerving, yo Dirty what up?