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See they don't believe you the chosen one, see
They don't respect you
They don't believe in you
They don't trust your word
They think that you somebody that you're not
They don't understand that you God's gift to earth
They don't understand that you've been blessed with the talent of life
How to rap, how to design
You have the qualities to be the most
Intelligent hoodlum on the planet earth
Since they don't understand who you are
Explain to them who the fuck you are
A lot of people ain't know I was rolling
They making me mad, now that I'm chosen
I don't give a fuck about making a mill
I shoot up your face and fuck up your deal
Bitch fucked over me, I ain't know how it feel
Hoes are insane, this is what it is
It's my time to shine so I jump in my Benz
I pray to the Gods, fuck all my friends
I ain't doing no talking, I'm busting my gun
You owe me nigga you better just run
How you say you love me bitch when you just switched
Up, clicked up with niggas that's hurting my son
Give me two banana clips with the sticks, I can make you lean quick
Nigga go get my gun
Top of the smoking and rolling and holding
Rigor mortis, I'm locked up and loaded
Niggas wanna switch pitch, fucking with a big fish
Put the whole city up on my back
The whole city love my raps, they say my raps
We don't sing your raps you wack
They play my videos up in the trap
I fuck with the bitch, I ain't sharing no ass
Capone keep a bitch that is so fine
Real sexy bitch with blue eyes
Try to trade a dollar for a penny
With a messy little bitch who always do lies
I want you niggas to remember my name
Give me my flowers, Capone is insane
While I'm alive remember my name
Study my game but stay in your lane
My number one artist is MoneyBagg
Take a few pills and call me back
Most of you niggas be running your lips
Remember my pistol, my pistol, my grip
Silencers quick, you running your lip
A hundred rounds will kill you
Swing the block, we feel you
More bullets than a shooting range
Talk shit, we'll take your chain
Tug of war, we'll pull your dame
Them bitches you fucked, I already hit her
DNA she already licked it
From the back I already split her
You can have her back cause I'm done with her
Most of these bitches are all in they feelings
Pussy ass bitch done fucked up the rhythm
These bitches be broke, busted, disgusted
Try to catch up but fucked up the mustard
Don't fuck with me bitch, you spread it too thin
I fuck with some strippers who fuck with your friends
I know where you eat, I know where you lay
I know what you say, I know where you play
You bitches are gay, you niggas are gay
I know that you happy, calling me papi
Calling me daddy, up in the caddy
I'm very intelligent, I don't play by the rules
Rapping and trapping I love to do
Smacking new niggas I love that too
Attacking you niggas I learned in school
I Black and Decker nigga I love the tool
I love the tools, you love my shoes
30 Inches on the golden goose
Duck duck cause I love to shoot
I hate you bitches, y'all bugaboos
I hate you niggas but I love my goons
My pistol, my pistol, my grip
Silencers quick, you running your lip
A hundred rounds will kill you
Swing the block, we feel you
More bullets than a shooting range
Talk shit, we'll take your chain
Tug of war, we'll pull your dame
Them bitches you fucked, I already hit her
DNA she already licked it
From the back I already split her
You can have her back cause I'm done with her
Most of these bitches are all in they feelings
Pussy ass bitch done fucked up the rhythm
These bitches be broke, busted, disgusted
Try to catch up but fucked up the mustard