Compulsive Cappin'
I'm about to get violent
I'm gonna spill all my secrets
I'm gonna spill on you bitches
Cuz I'm not feeling you bitches
They be taxing my riches
They all up in my business
Listening in on my conversations? Well get this
Capitalism, that is a sickness
Implemented by the richest
Call it one percent, ain't no means to an end
Fucking delusional!
You ask what's gotten into me?
I'm drinking my water, living smarter, going harder
Embracing illness, while I'm curing it
My gay ass showing PDA in public
Getting glares from some republicans
Got the sins in my back pocket
So please tеll me, what's the problem?
Don't carе what your God say
Don't care what Jesus say
Don't care bout Jehovah, Moses
Any little bitch that say It's not ok
Yeah, yeah I feel that way
My art form is oversharing
So please excuse my daydreams
My sleep paralysis demons
Look like politicians grinning
Our minds are all-seeing
They don't want us to believe it
I got in a fight with myself again last night, I didn't win
Got the gold around my neck
But it's not real it's stainless steel
See, really I'm not tryna flex
I just like to cause an ordeal
I Pull up in my Toyota
I already met my quota, for the week
She seeking an arrangement, but I ain't pay my bill
So I'll see you in hell, we can figure something out
I'm gonna spill all my secrets
I'm gonna spill on you bitches
Cuz I'm not feeling you bitches
They be taxing my riches
They all up in my business
Listening in on my conversations? Well get this
Capitalism, that is a sickness
Implemented by the richest
Call it one percent, ain't no means to an end
Fucking delusional!
You ask what's gotten into me?
I'm drinking my water, living smarter, going harder
Embracing illness, while I'm curing it
My gay ass showing PDA in public
Getting glares from some republicans
Got the sins in my back pocket
So please tеll me, what's the problem?
Don't carе what your God say
Don't care what Jesus say
Don't care bout Jehovah, Moses
Any little bitch that say It's not ok
Yeah, yeah I feel that way
My art form is oversharing
So please excuse my daydreams
My sleep paralysis demons
Look like politicians grinning
Our minds are all-seeing
They don't want us to believe it
I got in a fight with myself again last night, I didn't win
Got the gold around my neck
But it's not real it's stainless steel
See, really I'm not tryna flex
I just like to cause an ordeal
I Pull up in my Toyota
I already met my quota, for the week
She seeking an arrangement, but I ain't pay my bill
So I'll see you in hell, we can figure something out
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Writer(s): Alexsandra Mancini, Lilith
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