TEP1 - Champagne OG lyrics

Verse 1 - #Database Flow spark, no bark He might get you Black fur, so sure You get the picture Top hat, top cat Feline chilling Intuition your vision Reminiscent of kitten Just spitting about living Lavish in Portland with family feelings I'm happy my familys chilling Revealing connections Singing the blues Going to school Cousin Arte Had a party And she through it for who None other than me Fly brother you'll see I traveled all around the world Seen water bluer than sea Holy heaven can you imagine singing intimately Poetic rivers Sending shivers Through my community Creative music inhibits pa**ion Now get out your seat I got to moving my shoulders & starting kicking my feet And then my fingers was snapping it was a beautiful thing Cause all I got is my music and I make music for free Hot jam! Last night I was hanging in the District of Pearls With the world's most beautiful girl Her name was Rosey Would a said it right but people too nosey Okay Dance to the music let it slowplay No wait Let me get my roll straight Lighters in the air Cause you know bake Aka the emcee, DB the roleplay High off the hash for the whole day Johnny hat thanks for the plug you the homey Mic one check one two Never leave me lonely Forever will you know me Verse 2 - TRW Easy to get into Damned if I am out of it, peasy haired grin fool Cabin air thin too, Black scale skin loose Ignore what the tint do, let 'em see the insides Quote from a pimp who, tryna get his sh** right I be on that get loose, this it like the fifth flight My uncle only sip goose, go hard every night Hype, I bought it then I meant to I be in the building, where your tenants went to? Pocketful of LA, waist side bayside Way she k** outfits, everyday may 5 Day of the dead, patiently said Wait for my jam before you leave with a plate in her hand Shake her cake while she dance, that's a breakfast for champs Took a little trip to Paris caught it all on a cam Amsterdam for a gram, went to school in Cali-grove Even played in a band, made a couple of fans You n***as game looking sloppy Copped the wristwork and then put it on hockey You cop your wristwork from such and such at the swap meat A divine hobby that skyrockme, I'm still climbing The disc jockey will still rock me if wrist popping No Hill-toppin just white tables and chilled sake You can't find me 30 rack of the beer, my roommates gon k** And I'mma roll something, we got no time to deal Just red cups to fill, lotta love to give More minds to build, native is climbing still My lady plays Nina Simone, in her cologne I'm prone, to wind up hundreds of miles away from my home At Lake Meritt, every moment counted that I'm here is a thing cherished Forever, they buried Tookie down at St. Bethels a treasure I tell 'em see 'em forever (2x)