Real Music (No Cap in my Rap)

Aye

I don't cap in my rap, bitch I make real music
So I can't talk about some shit because I still do it
It's authentic, just feel it it got some feel to it
Roll it up, pour it up, gone and pop a pill to it

I got all of this money and bitches still choosin
I'm winnin everyday somehow I'm still loosin
DJ stop the music bitches still groovin
Lil mama stood still but kept that ass movin

Bad bitches surround me
Lost but then I found me
No limits no boundaries
I keep real niggas around me
I said bad bitches surround me
Lost but then I found me
No limits no boundaries
I keep real niggas around me

No nuts, no glory
No risk, no story
I been movin bows but I need you to do it for me
I been fuckin hoes I only do it when I'm horny
And I'm ballin on these niggas billionaire before I'm forty
I'm ballin who gone hold me
I get drunk and need my doughty
I roll up a lot and hardly ever pass, I feel like Kobe
I roll up a lot you know it's always gas this ain't no OG
I'm movin lowkey don't know who really my homie
I was born into this life and I'm willing to pay the price
My shooters be precise, bad demons and angels nice
I need more than a slice cause I'm out here riskin my life
Niggas know I snap like after you rollin dice

Seal it up bag it twice
Adopted a savage life
When yo baggage right it come with some braggin rights
Seal it up bag it twice
Adopted a savage life
When yo baggage right it come with some braggin rights

I'm a go getter, I never needed no nigga
I pull up with like four niggas
They like "there go them four niggas"
I pull up wit yo hoe nigga
And I can see you so tender
Hot summer, cold winters
Ramen noodles, cold dinners

Aye
And I don't cap in my rap, bitch I make real music
So I can't talk about some shit because I still do it
It's authentic, just feel it it got some feel to it
Roll it up, pour it up, gone and pop a pill to it

Hey
I'm feeling high but now my eyes low
This shit been easy watch me do this shit with my eyes closed
Mind blown, bitch this a Grabba not a Fronto
I get it from my brothers El Jefe and El Santo
God knows
Gettin money in three ways
Hit the road wit a load it's gone take me like three days
Or we can put them bows through the air in three states
Turnaround took like three days, stuffin bows in a brief case
I put a cork in a muzzle
And bitch I came from the struggle
And now my face in these trees, I'm like George of the Jungle
I move forward wit my hustle
I got my gun, I don't tussle

See I don't cap in my rap, bitch I make real music
So I can't talk about some shit because I still do it
It's authentic, just feel it it got some feel to it
Roll it up, pour it up, gone and pop a pill to it

Roll it up, pour it up, gone and pop a pill to it



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Writer(s): Jason Ash
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