Zero Cap
Aye
You let that money turn you to a stranger
You the type to run when you in danger
You the type to cap in all your convos
Why you always tryna act Toronto
Man, you boys are on some bullshit
Talkin' 'bout a glock, prolly never seen a full clip
Talkin' 'bout your new car and how you never forfeit
Only thing we've seen him in, was a forklift
Not for me its not the same tho'
I grew up in the same clothes
Skinny jeans and any white tee that mama paid for
Days I had to lay low
Man, I swear me and my dawg seen a pave-low
You the type to make it out, then fall in mud again
Im the type to run it up, you do the "running man"
Shout out Jack, all my brothers always hustlin'
I gotta leave you rappers on a tee, im finna start a brand
Double cup, no sip, but im leanin'
Back when I was in Pali, I was dreamin'
Even if I had the proof, they wouldn't believe it
Yeah, Yeah
They would talk behind my back, I was hearin' some
They was calling me trash, I was cleanin' some
They were living' off the Gram, we were dealin' some
They were playing Warzone, we were seeing one
But the war it aint over
Gotta bring some green to the fam', like they stoners
Only seen you shootin' at a range, not out a Rovers
You talkin' all this shit while you've been drunk
Id like to see you when you're sober
I gotta leave these rappers wrapped up, like my grandma's couch
Every single shot missed, I don't gotta crouch
Every single rapper talking' bout how they got the clout
If everyone is saying' that
Then who really got the clout
What you know about a robbery
What you know 'bout tanks rollin' in right on your property
What you know 'bout settlements stackin' like monopoly
Speakin' of monopoly
My money's on the go, just like monopoly
And I aint finna stop until I see four chains on my brothers
A couple diamonds rings on the fing's of my brothers
A couple hunnid mil for the pain in my mother
And when that stash is gone, you know I go and get another
Yeah
I go and get another
And when that stash is done, I might just go and get another
And when that one is done, im finna go and get another
Yeah, Yeah
You let that money turn you to a stranger
You the type to run when you in danger
You the type to cap in all your convos
Why you always tryna act Toronto
Man, you boys are on some bullshit
Talkin' 'bout a glock, prolly never seen a full clip
Talkin' 'bout your new car and how you never forfeit
Only thing we've seen him in, was a forklift
Not for me its not the same tho'
I grew up in the same clothes
Skinny jeans and any white tee that mama paid for
Days I had to lay low
Man, I swear me and my dawg seen a pave-low
You the type to make it out, then fall in mud again
Im the type to run it up, you do the "running man"
Shout out Jack, all my brothers always hustlin'
I gotta leave you rappers on a tee, im finna start a brand
Double cup, no sip, but im leanin'
Back when I was in Pali, I was dreamin'
Even if I had the proof, they wouldn't believe it
Yeah, Yeah
They would talk behind my back, I was hearin' some
They was calling me trash, I was cleanin' some
They were living' off the Gram, we were dealin' some
They were playing Warzone, we were seeing one
But the war it aint over
Gotta bring some green to the fam', like they stoners
Only seen you shootin' at a range, not out a Rovers
You talkin' all this shit while you've been drunk
Id like to see you when you're sober
I gotta leave these rappers wrapped up, like my grandma's couch
Every single shot missed, I don't gotta crouch
Every single rapper talking' bout how they got the clout
If everyone is saying' that
Then who really got the clout
What you know about a robbery
What you know 'bout tanks rollin' in right on your property
What you know 'bout settlements stackin' like monopoly
Speakin' of monopoly
My money's on the go, just like monopoly
And I aint finna stop until I see four chains on my brothers
A couple diamonds rings on the fing's of my brothers
A couple hunnid mil for the pain in my mother
And when that stash is gone, you know I go and get another
Yeah
I go and get another
And when that stash is done, I might just go and get another
And when that one is done, im finna go and get another
Yeah, Yeah
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Writer(s): Joseph Shomali
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