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Next Level
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Next Level-COPPO https://youtu.be/GijB81uMhMg?si=fXXmKJQDuRmHpTV1 Lyrics Written By: Stephen Coppo www.youtube.com/@coppo570 Music Composed By: PREMISEontheBEAT www.youtube.com/@PREMISEontheBEAT
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COPPO is an independent, singer, songwriter invested in creating music for all walks of life!
COPPO, an autonomous singer/songwriter hailing from the Pocono Mountains, is committed to crafting music that resonates with people from diverse backgrounds. Despite grappling with challenges like drug addiction and mental health issues, as well as experiencing periods of incarceration, Coppo persevered while supporting his expanding family of five, including three beloved daughters. In 2023, after his latest release from prison, Coppo redirected his creative focus towards relatable content. Through unwavering determination and hard work, he aspires to use his music as a catalyst for personal recovery and ongoing personal development.
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Genre
Hip-Hop Freestyle
Charts
Peak #269
Peak in subgenre #15
Author
Lyrics: Stephen Coppo / Music Composition: PREMISE
Uploaded
February 16, 2024
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MP3 2.3 MB 192 kbps 1:40
Lyrics
(Please allow me to show you something) (YEAH, COPPO) (HA HA , ALRIGHT) (YO) I'm on that next level make sense change Your next girl my ex flame Went two years to reset the brain Won't trade that no exchange You don't know my name, right now On the rise, up in the clouds Searching' for that next sound, got no plans on coming down Mp that's that old team Jab gone, ODed For so long they blamed me but I got news for you, that shit made me Who I am, I ain't going back Shades on, men in black You the only one that ever had my back That's why I put your tat right where its at Too much for your mental cap You crazy tryin' to bring metal back Long hair don't care, I'm going bald and I don't care Okay just a little bit Sold my soul for a little drip Turn that back for a little flip Stacks up, still ain't shit Never been a fighter I'm a lover Talk about my mother Ima turn into another I'm a beast off his leash and I'm lookin' for a come up Even when I'm deceased Ima find a way to funnel That cash flow, Ima asshole, can't tame me like Castro Eat you like I'm Hannibal, that cannibalic cambell Soup in the kitchen with the frying pan So fly Peter Pan, I am Sam, eggs and ham Call me the doctor selling grams Selling grams, hundred bands Selling grams, I love the fans
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