ruprecht monkeyboy – jaime thompson. lyrics
[intro]
okay (rup)
alright
hehe
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
yeah
okay
[hook]
one, got two, now three, strike out
rich kid wallet fat, turn into a drive+out
x marks the spot, so you n+ggas die out
made a story mu’f+ckas tryna write out
n+n+n+ggas getting ditched, now they lookin like a sike
tryna tell my story but they pull up to the side
they be playin games, deadass turned into a spike
f+ck around, childish n+gga, now i know that you’re a tike, rupie rup (okay)
[verse 1]
you know i’m a leo, i make ars gratia artis
illin’ on the weekends and it’s clear i’m f+cking heartless
i ain’t carol anne but i’m fighting all this darkness
yes, my friends, they’re here, and they all about to start sh+t
not sure who i wanna be but i’m a living daylight
grandma dark skin, i don’t think they get my race right
dead and back again, d+mn, i’m feeling like you ain’t like
all my idols dyin’, d+mn, i really think i hate life
purple, yellow, on me, then i do the dragon dance
voltorb on my walls, it left a mark, they be like “d+mn”
i’m a young gun, b+tch, imma hit you with a wham
photographic memory, i still remember cam
porsche ain’t new, got it back before i made “eclipse”
no, i do not cap, my style pure, this is how i live
you say you’re not a cracker, but you always stay right in the ritz
tryna find the light like i’m ori and i’ll finish sh+t
[hook]
one, got two, now three, strike out
rich kid wallet fat, turn into a drive+out
x marks the spot, so you n+ggas die out
made a story mu’f+ckas tryna write out
n+n+n+ggas getting ditched, now they lookin like a sike
tryna tell my story but they pull up to the side
they be playin games, deadass turned into a spike
f+ck around, childish n+gga, now i know that you’re a tike, rupie rup
[verse 2]
hot grease, b+tch we poppin’
ballin’ on that n+gga like i’m thompson
choppa get it splendid, ‘s like the johnsons
johnson johnson, vacation right to dubai
kickin’ sh+t so hard, i stopped doing ju+tai
imma k!ll the beat like it’s suicide
i ain’t sad, n+gga, don’t judge me from blue eyes
came up with the velcro, ain’t got shoes tied
fire cause i’m from cali
n+gga, i dropped this sh+t, are you happy
boy, i can see you’re green like ekali
please stop sleeping on me, don’t be napping
in the porsche i ride like a rally
your sh+t has gotten old like a tally
i’m on a roll like a bowling alley
walk on a hater like that n+gga abbey (woah)
one, got two, now three, strike out
is that n+gga real? we gon have to find out
i started this sh+t in september, like wow
imma run it back just to see how it sound, now i got
[hook]
one, got two, now three, strike out
rich kid wallet fat, turn into a drive+out
x marks the spot, so you n+ggas die out
made a story mu’f+ckas tryna write out
n+n+n+ggas getting ditched, now they lookin like a sike
tryna tell my story but they pull up to the side
they be playin games, deadass turned into a spike
f+ck around, childish n+gga, now i know that you’re a tike, rupie rup
[outro]
rupie rup
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