They capping capping
I feel it in capillaries
A cactus cracking wise
And then cackling
Matter fact y'all are drier
Like dryers on fire
Need for the water is dire
Before these liars expire
I keep it rolling like Toyo tires
Until empire is wider
No dropout spit through the wire
Just pass a lighter
Before I strike ya umpire
I ball like Spalding has sponsored all of my songs
And Unconscious of wrongs
That prolong
What you on
They be asking
Nothing
Raps just be nasty
But not a rapper can trash me
Go head attack me
I'll tag you like dash with the tacks
Then get to laughing
With beats I'm like an assassin
I kill with a passion
In such a fashion
It have you asking my name
I lack the whackness
And slap like magic
You try me tragic
Create cadavers
Their brains is splattered
Was always scattered
It didn't matter
Still climb the ladder
Just my character
Carefully
Care for the family
Candidly cracking the canopy
Candace P number 3
Ball out the dungarees
Bars like a dungeon be
Killing is fun to me
Rap make me hungry
Keep it 100
Because i know that they hunting
Just aching and wanting
For a mistake or slip up
They hating so comically
Be the hero like comics
And commit to conscious
Have people calling with conches
Show up no compass
And never pompous
So the circumstance of my pomp
As I stomp is
I graduated from the fake and the hate
To be great
No debate
I'll be late
Got a lot on plate
Several things are at stake
But me quit oh no way
So listen to what I say
What I've prayed
God will come to take the pain away
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They capping capping
I feel it in capillaries
A cactus cracking wise
And then cackling
Matter fact y'all are drier
Like dryers on fire
Need for the water is dire
Before these liars expire
I keep it rolling like Toyo tires
Until empire is wider
No dropout spit through the wire
Just pass a lighter
Before I strike ya umpire
I ball like Spalding has sponsored all of my songs
And Unconscious of wrongs
That prolong
What you on
They be asking
Nothing
Raps just be nasty
But not a rapper can trash me
Go head attack me
I'll tag you like dash with the tacks
Then get to laughing
With beats I'm like an assassin
I kill with a passion
In such a fashion
It have you asking my name
I lack the whackness
And slap like magic
You try me tragic
Create cadavers
Their brains is splattered
Was always scattered
It didn't matter
Still climb the ladder
Just my character
Carefully
Care for the family
Candidly cracking the canopy
Candace P number 3
Ball out the dungarees
Bars like a dungeon be
Killing is fun to me
Rap make me hungry
Keep it 100
Because i know that they hunting
Just aching and wanting
For a mistake or slip up
They hating so comically
Be the hero like comics
And commit to conscious
Have people calling with conches
Show up no compass
And never pompous
So the circumstance of my pomp
As I stomp is
I graduated from the fake and the hate
To be great
No debate
I'll be late
Got a lot on plate
Several things are at stake
But me quit oh no way
So listen to what I say
What I've prayed
God will come to take the pain away
I feel it in capillaries
A cactus cracking wise
And then cackling
Matter fact y'all are drier
Like dryers on fire
Need for the water is dire
Before these liars expire
I keep it rolling like Toyo tires
Until empire is wider
No dropout spit through the wire
Just pass a lighter
Before I strike ya umpire
I ball like Spalding has sponsored all of my songs
And Unconscious of wrongs
That prolong
What you on
They be asking
Nothing
Raps just be nasty
But not a rapper can trash me
Go head attack me
I'll tag you like dash with the tacks
Then get to laughing
With beats I'm like an assassin
I kill with a passion
In such a fashion
It have you asking my name
I lack the whackness
And slap like magic
You try me tragic
Create cadavers
Their brains is splattered
Was always scattered
It didn't matter
Still climb the ladder
Just my character
Carefully
Care for the family
Candidly cracking the canopy
Candace P number 3
Ball out the dungarees
Bars like a dungeon be
Killing is fun to me
Rap make me hungry
Keep it 100
Because i know that they hunting
Just aching and wanting
For a mistake or slip up
They hating so comically
Be the hero like comics
And commit to conscious
Have people calling with conches
Show up no compass
And never pompous
So the circumstance of my pomp
As I stomp is
I graduated from the fake and the hate
To be great
No debate
I'll be late
Got a lot on plate
Several things are at stake
But me quit oh no way
So listen to what I say
What I've prayed
God will come to take the pain away
Writer: Albert Harris III
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid