Cap

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All them hoes they make it clap clap
Been up weeks here on a add add
Hoping she dont call me back back
New patek on my wrist that's in gold boy I cant expose
Rock designer clothes when it's cold this Valentino
Never gave a fuck tell they souls that I'm staying bold
Nothing to behold treat the game just like a stepping stone
Always on the road rocking shows
Keep the finest hoes
Put that shit in bold
Packing rows
Let these haters know
Make the money snow
Ain't no need I'm already cold
Dont know where to go
Living life like I'm invincible
Let em all know this is our show
This that front row when it's cold
Getting views let em know
Passed out on the floor
This that shit I'm headed toward
Gotta grow up soon or I'll be chilling in the morgue
Look
Never really thought that system would make a mess of me
What happened to the innocent kid watching his sesame
No one can control me
Still saving up for the rolley
10 Years down the road I'm still rapping but no one know me
Waking up hungover where the hell have I been
Another long ass night still had to wake up at 10
Paid my dues up front before this shit could begin
I came a long way now still ain't driving a benz
They see we made it I guess
Dont know how to deal with this stress
Hop out get money it's funny dont know how to feel in my head
They say we own it suppose now I ain't got time for my bros
Hit up the store and just wish you more
While I sell out the rows

Cap cap
All them hoes they make it clap clap
Been up weeks here on a add add
Hoping she dont call me back back



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Boatwright
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