MC Couper - My Room (Prod. Getzh) Lyrics

The smoke from the boom be packing the room (ah)
You can Knock on my door, but don't act in the room (yo)
Swear you can talk, ain't no narc in my room
Yeah you can show up but don't park in my room. (Hit it)

Put my feet up, pull the beat out (yeah)
Pay mind to the rules when I read out (hella)
Don't stink up my room make me clean out (yo)
Two shots to the dome then its Peace out (peace out)

Aint into diggin' dirt if it ain't from my soil (uh)
Like it straight from the source, that's the bud, not the oil
I stain nothin sacred, I'm stayin' elevated, rather watch the paint flake like I'm watchin' Danny Boyle
Don't believe I said shit if it ain't come from my voice
Got couple snakes actin like they my boys
Some shit in my room do scream bad choice
Got no bitch and no pup, it's myself that I spoil
Don't you get it? I ain't your boy no more
I ain't servin', Ima break you, match point and all
I ain't playing that Yes Man game no more
Leavin haters far behind, see my trail go cold

Mad mothef*cker, call me Roy Keano (woah)
I ain't started no shit, I ain't played the key note (yeah yeah)
I ain't got no time chasing Rupee notes
If you ain't day one then I ain't your Primo (primo)

Drunk on the juice, bitch, I'm the news
You down to hang now? , Hang on the noose.
I had to hustle, baby, you got to choose
That's why I say, I ain't the same as you.

Could have done it, but you didn't (didn't)
So Now you gotta wait and lemme finish (finish)
Yall Snitches sound fake cuz its a gimmick (gimmick)
Ain't No bitches f*ckin with a lack of finesse (finesse)

Huh, coming back to the point
Yo clean, roll and light up the joint
Don't know where the f*ck we going
We just been livin' for the moment

Eyed a punk on the street, I don't bring that shit home
Got wasted and stayed, I ain't bring that shit home
We got down at her place, I ain't bring that shit home
Gettin' back to the base, let's bring that shit home

The smoke from the boom be packing the room
You can Knock on my door, but don't act in the room
Swear you can talk, ain't no narc in my room
Yeah you can show up but don't park in my room.

Put my feet up, pull the beat out
Pay mind to the rules when I read out
Don't stink up my room make me clean out
Two shots to the dome then its Peace out

Not everybody gonna roll up and be your buddy
You always gonna be a wannabe to somebody
Drop a doubter for sure like a late night text to my ex
Bitch I'm lyin' when I sayin' that I wish you the best.

The fresh, the next best thing since baked bread
Keep it real like I wear no fake threads
Strictly talkin' money when I say Ima break bread

The smoke from the boom...