Rapsody ft. Leikeli47 – Oprah (Official Video) @Rapsody @lkx47

Rapsody’s drips Black power and unity in the latest video with Leikeli47 off her album, EVE.

For her Oprah Winfrey ode, Rapsody shoots dice on the corner and joy rides through the city. Elsewhere, she counts her dough in a wicker chair, helps the homeless and flourishes with her black owned business. Black girls rock.

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“Oprah” Featuring Leikeli 47 & Reyna Biddy
LYRICS:
Imma master
Y’all should give me honorary masters
I work the green like the Masters
That new slave talkin like he got a master
Screaming Free Thought
All the greatest legends behind bars they really talk
Everything I say is everything I really walk
Got it for the free if it wasn’t what I really bought
yeah, Pigeon pose
Only way we ever ever ever come toe to toe
My Ivory Coast, copper blood got me dripping gold
Yeah, I got the juice, whew see I’m dripping Dole

Dollars, dollars, dollars circulate
Dollars, dollars, dollars circulate
Dollars, dollars , dollars circulate
Dollars, dollars, dollars circulate

Give the homeless homies, money so they eat well
Went and copped a Audi, gotta go and get it detailed
Drive don’t depreciate the value of the resale
Still talkin that sh** in dis mother like we Ezell
Hold up, mothership flow bring the funk back
This for my young heads, my real ones, and old blacks
This for my nasty n***** asking where the hoes at
This gon be the break we stop and make em do the soul clap

It ain’t uncommon to borrow a dolla
Invite me over to eat wit yo momma
I like the checks wit the commas on commas
I like the checks wit the commas on commas

I need them dollars
Run me my half ‘fo I put a whole in yo wallet
Cold case on my waist you on’t want these problems
Bank called said they running outta commas
Das on my momma
I’m steady mobbin
Posted up til I reach my profit margin
Cash money 99 and 2000
Hustler, don’t you hear my stomach growling
Bitch I’m bout it
I’m hungry
So I need them tender greens spillin off my plate
Cash on delivery, bitch I raise the stakes
You would hate / what I f***** make
Just to pop out and i don’t even show my face, oh yeah
To count it all it’s ‘gon take about a minute
Don’t claim the gang ho if you know you not wit it
Marijuana scented / windows tinted
Keep it low cus you know these ni**** can’t wait to print it, oh yeah