CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Rapping from My Closet
I just try to stick to myself (Yeah)
There's too many snakes in the grass (Too many)
Too many fakes in the game
Many two-faced men want holes in my back (My back)
I just wanna write my raps and retire my mom and dad (My dad)
So excuse me please, I'ma do me
And you can get the f**k off my back (Ooh!)
Yo, I'm almost to a milli and I made it without spending
A single cent on the pay-per-click AdSense
Other rappers wanna say they didn't pay for their promotion
But I got papers that say that sh*t's a fat fib
Now I don't know if rappers diss me on the low
So they can brag to their friends that they dissed me and I didn't even know
But you can tell by the tone that they know
That they don't stand a chance if we go toe to toe
But I digress this, why stress this?
Lions don't concern themselves with sheep, why test Crypt?
Boy, I'm on fire like a tire in a wrecked pit
Try and blow out my flame, boy, that's a death wish
It's become a common misconception when I rap it rapid
People think I'm babbling about nothing
But I'm saying twice the stuff in half the time
You complain 'cause you tried and it came out sucking
f**k, every day back on the same topic
When this gonna stop? All this dissing is nonsense
I would rather work together than to b*t*h about it
Get up on a record with me, spit it
Then we'll get a crowd to sit around and listen to us spit
And then we'll get a tally of the better sounding spitter
It's simple, let's get it now, go count it out
I guarantee that you will see that all your votes ain't even close
To equaling half of the votes for me
There's too many snakes in the grass (Too many)
Too many fakes in the game
Many two-faced men want holes in my back (My back)
I just wanna write my raps and retire my mom and dad (My dad)
So excuse me please, I'ma do me
And you can get the f**k off my back (Ooh!)
Yo, I'm almost to a milli and I made it without spending
A single cent on the pay-per-click AdSense
Other rappers wanna say they didn't pay for their promotion
But I got papers that say that sh*t's a fat fib
Now I don't know if rappers diss me on the low
So they can brag to their friends that they dissed me and I didn't even know
But you can tell by the tone that they know
That they don't stand a chance if we go toe to toe
But I digress this, why stress this?
Lions don't concern themselves with sheep, why test Crypt?
Boy, I'm on fire like a tire in a wrecked pit
Try and blow out my flame, boy, that's a death wish
It's become a common misconception when I rap it rapid
People think I'm babbling about nothing
But I'm saying twice the stuff in half the time
You complain 'cause you tried and it came out sucking
f**k, every day back on the same topic
When this gonna stop? All this dissing is nonsense
I would rather work together than to b*t*h about it
Get up on a record with me, spit it
Then we'll get a crowd to sit around and listen to us spit
And then we'll get a tally of the better sounding spitter
It's simple, let's get it now, go count it out
I guarantee that you will see that all your votes ain't even close
To equaling half of the votes for me