koopsta knicca - life in bondage [the mind of robert cooper] lyrics
[hook] 2x
i was only thirteen as my mom’s p-ssed away
had to face reality, hey
me feel what do you mean, gots to get finer things
stick closer to my dreams, hey
[verse 1]
my mind is not unwritten, i’m day dreamin’ out the window
say step father please don’t hurt my mother, torture, murder
i heard about this story of this lady’s bound in bed
oh lord i’m just a kid inside my head, i meditate in a cell
won’t you come on in, let ’em die tonight
tonight i know it (?) some (?)
but she (?) ’bout that million (?)
and man why i be constantly one of that (?)
and that’s not last … mother …
(?) out to bedroom (?) so many bruise
(?) 5-0 … gets my favorite shoes
(?) when my oldest brother (?) my draws
cracks in the walls when we walk the family (?)
so tell me what’s gon’ happen next, they say i’m stressed
puttin’ tape across my chest is just a process of a lunatic
called up, wait up, hold up, i’m tired of runnin’
n-gga i’m young, man something’s wrong
her life in bondage got me wonderin’
[hook] 2x
i was only thirteen as my mom’s p-ssed away
had to face reality, hey
me feel what do you mean, gots to get finer things
stick closer to my dreams, hey
[verse 2]
(?) ain’t no (?) please excuse me for my french
but some wrong with this (?) gettin’ thick …
hearin’ stepdad pimpin’ … mean it
but what about his kids, it was always
(?) he was seein’ that jesus
come in, come in, come in, want to give the attest
so lord you got the paranoid so now i’m wonderin’
should have called the feds
there goes another n-gga file ahead
reminiscin’ on a (?) that he said
now my mom finna go to the med yeah
sweatin’ by the minute, by the sec-sec-sec
i’m stressless sweatin’
knowin’ that she’s in critical condition, things can (?)
protect my mom, please prote-e-ect my mo-o-other
cause koop don’t wanna go and live in the g-g-gutter
my little sister, little brother; so little they know
look how i’ma tell ’em that their love is never comin’ home?
i’m alone and they what’s wrong with us
mother walk right through the door
the koopsta could die (?)
[hook] 2x
i was only thirteen as my mom’s p-ssed away
had to face reality, hey
me feel what do you mean, gots to get finer things
stick closer to my dreams, hey
[beat change]
[hook #2]
if you ain’t from texas
(you ain’t from the south)
if you ain’t from tennessee
(you ain’t from the south)
if you ain’t from mississippi
(you ain’t from the south)
if you ain’t from louisiana
(you ain’t from the south)
if you ain’t from georgia n-gga
(you ain’t from the south)
south atlanta and north atlanta
(you ain’t from the south)
alabama and florida n-gga
(you ain’t from the south n-gga)
[verse 1]
agonize ’em, house of pain, b-sses flowin’ through my veins
hear some knocking, something strange
could it be them b-tches mane?
know that ain’t the mane, let the metal rain, rain
got twenty sh-lls breakdance that’s how we do it in the south
watch your mouth, sayin’ that we country, you offendin’ me
the koop from the city, memphis, abbreviated ten-a-key
could it be the sounds on this beat that’s gon get me rich?
easy as me back on yo -ss like the sun b-tch
bustin’ nerves, (?), dirts on the shirty shirrt
f-ckin’ with you lemons
i done dropped my dope up on the curb
mega shirrt ain’t gon’ lie, this sh-t right here been some fire
koopsta soarin’ in the sky, high, while i’m getting high
south side up in this hit, north memphis run this sh-t
droppin’ the sh-t for the (?) n
ow tell me what could be better biatch
south, we ride, we ride, sou-south side, we ride, we ride yeap
[hook #2]
if you ain’t from texas
(you ain’t from the south)
if you ain’t from tennessee
(you ain’t from the south)
if you ain’t from mississippi
(you ain’t from the south)
if you ain’t from louisiana
(you ain’t from the south)
if you ain’t from georgia n-gga
(you ain’t from the south)
south atlanta and north atlanta
(you ain’t from the south)
alabama and florida n-gga
(you ain’t from the south n-gga)
[verse 2]
hoe why these b-tches quick to jump
to get they motherf-ckin’ head bump
i popped my trunk
and then i blast them tr-izz-icks with my pump
here because of the sh-t that a n-gga had committin’
when i hit ’em from the night before
cause then i sworn i had to take them bustas to the morgue
so sweaty loc, i have to go out like charles manson
the koopsta committin’ evil sh-t with the mind of (me)
a motherf-ckin’ hard lead, nervous in the head
and yeah it’s gonna be another n-gga dead
twistin’ on my (blunt) while i’m loadin’ up my milli rounds
so we can gonna spray and buck these busta b-tches down
oh cause i’m really, really tired of hearin’ babbage sh-t
so let me hit them tricks and label this your crucifix
the koopsta from the ville where the gangsta sh-t for real
my type of k!lla leave you burnin’ in the cornfield
because yo ___ got you n-ggas thinkin’ you d-mn hard
i break ya apart and have a ritual in the f-cking park
[hook #2]
if you ain’t from texas
(you ain’t from the south)
if you ain’t from tennessee
(you ain’t from the south)
if you ain’t from mississippi
(you ain’t from the south)
if you ain’t from louisiana
(you ain’t from the south)
if you ain’t from georgia n-gga
(you ain’t from the south)
south atlanta and north atlanta
(you ain’t from the south)
alabama and florida n-gga
(you ain’t from the south n-gga)
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