Certified fam yes I am
Them fly niggas on the block wreaking shit again
So many bitches in this city Im wonderin how they fit em in
Bitches lyin babies cryin cousins killin cousins
You either hoopin or you hustlin or you shootin shit pick your poison
I got my raybans on it's hard to tell what I be thinkin
They shoot ya boat when you afloat they love when you sinking
I prayed and hoped it was a joke they left my nigga stinking
A cold world that's a fact the streets colder than that
I stayed ten toes down I put my heart in them raps
Boy I'm at star on them tracks and they can't argue wit that
Pussy boy dont get your homie them wacked I go to war with any boy on the map
And we can start it at that
I never starved in the trap
Cause we started with racks
Goin squad cars parallel parked in the back
I told doc if a lil dog come after you talkin that puppy power shit
I show em what thats strappy doo
And I ain't even ask him to
But if the pistol goes pop another nigga drop dead on the avenue
Feds coming after you stay ahead they in high pursuit
When them lights keep flashin
Do the dash keep smashin
Every hit is like a classic we do this with a passion
Bout to take over this rap shit
All you artificial niggas bout to make you stop rappin
So save the cappin for the captions
With them trappers on the back end trapping til the pack in
Ima grind just to get more
9 Times out of 10 you outta line you better get ghost
Cause everybody strapped ready to bang a vet in the game
Ain't never had to sweat on you lames
A young boss put respect on my name
And when you see me in the streets I be checkin ya name
No Charlemagne I know the god thats dumpin
Lord Cappo pop any fraud nigga who jumpin
Real bars straight crack comin like we straight out of Compton
But a nigga come from nothin
Pulled up early to the block heard some shots bodies dropped gotta get low
Some shit'll never change on my block gotta make it out this box gotta get dough
Pulled up early to the block heard some shots bodies dropped gotta get low
Some shit'll never change on my block gotta make it out this box gotta get dough
Pulled up early to the block heard some shots bodies dropped gotta get low
Some shit'll never change on my block gotta make it out this box gotta get dough
Lord Cappo - Free Soul (feat. Certified Doc) Lyrics
Lord Cappo - Free Soul (feat. Certified Doc) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Certified fam yes I am
Them fly niggas on the block wreaking shit again
So many bitches in this city Im wonderin how they fit em in
Bitches lyin babies cryin cousins killin cousins
You either hoopin or you hustlin or you shootin shit pick your poison
I got my raybans on it's hard to tell what I be thinkin
They shoot ya boat when you afloat they love when you sinking
I prayed and hoped it was a joke they left my nigga stinking
A cold world that's a fact the streets colder than that
I stayed ten toes down I put my heart in them raps
Boy I'm at star on them tracks and they can't argue wit that
Pussy boy dont get your homie them wacked I go to war with any boy on the map
And we can start it at that
I never starved in the trap
Cause we started with racks
Goin squad cars parallel parked in the back
I told doc if a lil dog come after you talkin that puppy power shit
I show em what thats strappy doo
And I ain't even ask him to
But if the pistol goes pop another nigga drop dead on the avenue
Feds coming after you stay ahead they in high pursuit
When them lights keep flashin
Do the dash keep smashin
Every hit is like a classic we do this with a passion
Bout to take over this rap shit
All you artificial niggas bout to make you stop rappin
So save the cappin for the captions
With them trappers on the back end trapping til the pack in
Ima grind just to get more
9 Times out of 10 you outta line you better get ghost
Cause everybody strapped ready to bang a vet in the game
Ain't never had to sweat on you lames
A young boss put respect on my name
And when you see me in the streets I be checkin ya name
No Charlemagne I know the god thats dumpin
Lord Cappo pop any fraud nigga who jumpin
Real bars straight crack comin like we straight out of Compton
But a nigga come from nothin
Pulled up early to the block heard some shots bodies dropped gotta get low
Some shit'll never change on my block gotta make it out this box gotta get dough
Pulled up early to the block heard some shots bodies dropped gotta get low
Some shit'll never change on my block gotta make it out this box gotta get dough
Pulled up early to the block heard some shots bodies dropped gotta get low
Some shit'll never change on my block gotta make it out this box gotta get dough
Them fly niggas on the block wreaking shit again
So many bitches in this city Im wonderin how they fit em in
Bitches lyin babies cryin cousins killin cousins
You either hoopin or you hustlin or you shootin shit pick your poison
I got my raybans on it's hard to tell what I be thinkin
They shoot ya boat when you afloat they love when you sinking
I prayed and hoped it was a joke they left my nigga stinking
A cold world that's a fact the streets colder than that
I stayed ten toes down I put my heart in them raps
Boy I'm at star on them tracks and they can't argue wit that
Pussy boy dont get your homie them wacked I go to war with any boy on the map
And we can start it at that
I never starved in the trap
Cause we started with racks
Goin squad cars parallel parked in the back
I told doc if a lil dog come after you talkin that puppy power shit
I show em what thats strappy doo
And I ain't even ask him to
But if the pistol goes pop another nigga drop dead on the avenue
Feds coming after you stay ahead they in high pursuit
When them lights keep flashin
Do the dash keep smashin
Every hit is like a classic we do this with a passion
Bout to take over this rap shit
All you artificial niggas bout to make you stop rappin
So save the cappin for the captions
With them trappers on the back end trapping til the pack in
Ima grind just to get more
9 Times out of 10 you outta line you better get ghost
Cause everybody strapped ready to bang a vet in the game
Ain't never had to sweat on you lames
A young boss put respect on my name
And when you see me in the streets I be checkin ya name
No Charlemagne I know the god thats dumpin
Lord Cappo pop any fraud nigga who jumpin
Real bars straight crack comin like we straight out of Compton
But a nigga come from nothin
Pulled up early to the block heard some shots bodies dropped gotta get low
Some shit'll never change on my block gotta make it out this box gotta get dough
Pulled up early to the block heard some shots bodies dropped gotta get low
Some shit'll never change on my block gotta make it out this box gotta get dough
Pulled up early to the block heard some shots bodies dropped gotta get low
Some shit'll never change on my block gotta make it out this box gotta get dough
Writer: Darius Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid