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(Murda on the beat so it’s not nice)
Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag Like fuck it, I'ma count while I'm in it I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin' Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin' I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'? I been makin' like two thousand a minute So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin' I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it And we might have a child when I'm finished
January 6 in '99, that's when Cap' was born Naturally the goat, yeah my momma birthed a Capricorn I'm from the Chi', but my new baby out in Cali' growin' It's goin' down where I'm from, you hear them battle horns Infamize all of yours, my whole family blowin If my brother need 'em gone, I'll make it happen for him Hand my lil nigga that assist, it ain't no doubt he scoring Was on that bus they never knew that I would drive a foreign Xanax got my mind gone, percies got me charged up She hopped in the Wraith, stared in the ceiling, now she starstruck She like let me in, but I forever got my guard up Stingy with my loyalty, ain't quick to get my heart up
Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag Like fuck it, I'ma count while I'm in it I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin' Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin' I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'? I been makin' like two thousand a minute So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin' I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it And we might have a child when I'm finished
Uh, I won't love a ho, after we fuck, she can't get near me Only bitch I give a conversation to is Siri My pants Amiri, yes, I'm winnin', clearly I'm the chosen one, seen my potential, so they fear me Lately I've been prayin', God, I wonder, can You hear me? Thinkin' 'bout the old me, I swear I miss you dearly Stay down 'til you come up, I've been stickin' to that theory Every day a battle, I'm exhausted and I'm weary Make sure I smile in public, when alone, my eyes teary I fought through it all, but that shit hurt me severely I've been gettin' high to hide behind my insecurities Been takin' different pills, but I know it ain't no curing me
Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag Like fuck it, I'ma count while I'm in it I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin' Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin' I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'? I been makin' like two thousand a minute So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin' I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it And we might have a child when I'm finished
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