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Caprio

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I ain't gotta roam, till we stunting in Rome
So these skills I hone
These sins I atone
Was scared of my name, she gave it a home
Yeah, Gilbert have a nice tone
She help me get in my zone
To reach every milestone
Rolling up in that two tone
Like yeah we made it made
Coming this just a syndrome
No need to postpone
Smoking up the best dope
We living on some hope
Y'all got us under the scope
Caught up in some bullshit, that's always a nope
Say you cleaned up some soft soap
Waiting on a follow up, looking at us through a God damn telescope

Yeah, 9 to 5 grinding thinking this shit's a side job
Spread too thin like the chalk on that sidewalk
Forward be the only way I try to walk
Always on the clock
Like why would I sprint through a marathon
Eyes front the only thing I'm following is the game to the alter
So word to Hittaslim, thanks for the holla
Me and Jaco rolling up hotboxing a Caddy cockpit
Rims dripping like them hotdog condiments
I've already called out the hypocrisy
Boy this a mother fucking prophecy
I ain't the prophet, this shit was only brought to me
Shot calling, like Kobe or Nostradamus
A mother fucking homecoming's what you would call this
Make ourselves at home that's a mother fucking promise

Game might be bogus
But we gon' dig it up before it decomposes
Looking down while we climbing up the totem
Looking around while the old ones are broken
That shit's below us, boy get your pants rolled up
Making waves splitting profits like an ocean
Make 'em hate us, spitting prophecy like Moses
Hurry, send the eviction notice
We signed that shit so they know it's us
Fakers will be homeless
Even though we only just showed up
They can finish my roaches
A lot more where that came from
About time that we came home

Release the track, money to stack
Yo Fleetwood know I got his back
Long after platinum plaque goes back to back to back
Country club dreaming n' scheming
Take me back home n' stainless steel
Surreal, this shit ain't never gon' crack
Cutting the slack
Gotta get our names up on that plaque
Jack the hack you call a game
We coming to stake our claim
Kick back, buy a lake
Fam at the estate, while you masterbate
To a pic of yourself from '08
Let's get it straight
Appreciate what we do with this landscape
We renovate, come back stunting in cape
Little upgrade
Anytime you wanna rhyme, you know I'm in my prime
F*ck your chime, 2 cents on a dime
Living on bedtime
Meantime, we work overtime
Like it's wartime on that frontline
Bitch, don't even try to say we out of line
Maybe a little borderline
Never had to put a motherfucker in a chalk line
But everybody say there a first time
So don't touch mine

Boom feeling sonic
Okay, they losing grips I'm the calmest
They think we been joking, I think they a comic
Saying they a rap God, you could say I'm agnostic
And since I'm being honest talking shit off this chronic
The script imma toss it
Bitch, I prefer to be toxic
Pass the herb to a baby in exchange for his moms tits
Then back to work daily till I'm on that boss shit
Yeah, I am the Don
On that Fleetwood mob shit
Trying to play the game like it's Oculus
Hard mode raising steaks to be slaughtered
They processing the beef we'll be squashing
The clowns will keep honking
We ain't care about them we getting hungry for more than a profit
Mother fucking words you can mark 'em

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