Uh, they call me big Capo, smoking weed in tobacco
Nigga, you hear that flow? It drove the underground wacko
And that's a facto
My bitch in the loop just like a lasso
It's prolly cause I'm, dressed like a Mack, or
She's doin it for the love of the chase, like Vinny I stay with Drama
I will throw on Brent Faiyaz and jump in your baby mama
I will jump inside her Honda for half a day with no problem
I will set the city on fire before I let them try us
I've been so f*cked up, I owed my pocket lint a dollar
Think my wallets playing tricks on me heard it tell me I'm wylin
I was dreaming of private islands all I had was that penny for your thoughts
I wrote it down so really I did not
They trying to shine like me, rhyme like me
But they ain't wanna go get on that grind like me
My mans was in the field he put in time like me, 'cause he ain't wanna work that nine-five like me
You niggas talking but that's all bark, Lil Pup out the dog park
Laying low in the summer and activate when the fall start
Long removed from the wal mart, shirt, pants and shoes
Food stamp benefits even the devils heaven sent
You ever been so tapped you had to stretch a dollar you borrowed from mama
When you already four hundred in the hole my nigga?
Rent around seven-fifty, that check just hit for six hundred
You might could fill in them blanks but you don't know my nigga?
Slip and fall into a bottle, tomorrow is never promised
The road you travel, it narrows as you stroll, could ya
Get your soul from the pawners the end of times is upon us
At rock bottom ups the only place to go, my nigga
This is for them Amscot legends, the Western Union connoisseurs
The cash advance champs, the gods are good so hallelujah
The ones who got, Moët dreams with corbel money
The ones who got, go getter schemes to go get hundreds
They wait around it they want to we gon' chase it down like overseer
Run it up 'cause I want to, ocean drives calling my name next year
Nigga, f*ck Covid, on some low shit, way before this
From Cali back to Boston on some blow shit, nigga you know this
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Uh, they call me big Capo, smoking weed in tobacco
Nigga, you hear that flow? It drove the underground wacko
And that's a facto
My bitch in the loop just like a lasso
It's prolly cause I'm, dressed like a Mack, or
She's doin it for the love of the chase, like Vinny I stay with Drama
I will throw on Brent Faiyaz and jump in your baby mama
I will jump inside her Honda for half a day with no problem
I will set the city on fire before I let them try us
I've been so f*cked up, I owed my pocket lint a dollar
Think my wallets playing tricks on me heard it tell me I'm wylin
I was dreaming of private islands all I had was that penny for your thoughts
I wrote it down so really I did not
They trying to shine like me, rhyme like me
But they ain't wanna go get on that grind like me
My mans was in the field he put in time like me, 'cause he ain't wanna work that nine-five like me
You niggas talking but that's all bark, Lil Pup out the dog park
Laying low in the summer and activate when the fall start
Long removed from the wal mart, shirt, pants and shoes
Food stamp benefits even the devils heaven sent
You ever been so tapped you had to stretch a dollar you borrowed from mama
When you already four hundred in the hole my nigga?
Rent around seven-fifty, that check just hit for six hundred
You might could fill in them blanks but you don't know my nigga?
Slip and fall into a bottle, tomorrow is never promised
The road you travel, it narrows as you stroll, could ya
Get your soul from the pawners the end of times is upon us
At rock bottom ups the only place to go, my nigga
This is for them Amscot legends, the Western Union connoisseurs
The cash advance champs, the gods are good so hallelujah
The ones who got, Moët dreams with corbel money
The ones who got, go getter schemes to go get hundreds
They wait around it they want to we gon' chase it down like overseer
Run it up 'cause I want to, ocean drives calling my name next year
Nigga, f*ck Covid, on some low shit, way before this
From Cali back to Boston on some blow shit, nigga you know this
Nigga, you hear that flow? It drove the underground wacko
And that's a facto
My bitch in the loop just like a lasso
It's prolly cause I'm, dressed like a Mack, or
She's doin it for the love of the chase, like Vinny I stay with Drama
I will throw on Brent Faiyaz and jump in your baby mama
I will jump inside her Honda for half a day with no problem
I will set the city on fire before I let them try us
I've been so f*cked up, I owed my pocket lint a dollar
Think my wallets playing tricks on me heard it tell me I'm wylin
I was dreaming of private islands all I had was that penny for your thoughts
I wrote it down so really I did not
They trying to shine like me, rhyme like me
But they ain't wanna go get on that grind like me
My mans was in the field he put in time like me, 'cause he ain't wanna work that nine-five like me
You niggas talking but that's all bark, Lil Pup out the dog park
Laying low in the summer and activate when the fall start
Long removed from the wal mart, shirt, pants and shoes
Food stamp benefits even the devils heaven sent
You ever been so tapped you had to stretch a dollar you borrowed from mama
When you already four hundred in the hole my nigga?
Rent around seven-fifty, that check just hit for six hundred
You might could fill in them blanks but you don't know my nigga?
Slip and fall into a bottle, tomorrow is never promised
The road you travel, it narrows as you stroll, could ya
Get your soul from the pawners the end of times is upon us
At rock bottom ups the only place to go, my nigga
This is for them Amscot legends, the Western Union connoisseurs
The cash advance champs, the gods are good so hallelujah
The ones who got, Moët dreams with corbel money
The ones who got, go getter schemes to go get hundreds
They wait around it they want to we gon' chase it down like overseer
Run it up 'cause I want to, ocean drives calling my name next year
Nigga, f*ck Covid, on some low shit, way before this
From Cali back to Boston on some blow shit, nigga you know this
Writer: Kenyatta DeMudd
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