LAND OF CAP

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NASAAN - Rap

LAND OF CAP

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Duration: 2:55

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[Verse 1] Yeah, I can't keep rappin' 'bout my closet, dog, bruh, that's immature I'm twenty-four, how 'bout I signed a deal and I'm still poor? Y'all lost my dad 2006, I lost my dad 2004 to drugs and tours I watched my mom cry out that whole divorce Love Detroit, but I'm from the land of the cap Where that cap'll cap your cap and have you layin' on your back I'm from Freaknik where they pussy-poppin' pussy in your lap I'm from Peachtree where a scammer probably scammed you out your sack From where she work a shift at Magic, after that, she tryna rap Drown or adapt, lap or get lapped, lack and get clapped, simple as that It go like [Chorus] Why you think you God, lil' bruh? Everybody think they God, lil' bruh Who the fuck work a job, lil' bruh? Perc 10s on the side, lil' bruh Ego on my sid5, lil' bruh Everybody think they God, lil' bruh Why you think you God, lil' bruh? Land of the cap Lil' bruh, lil' bruh Why you think you God, lil' bruh? Ev5rybody think they God, lil' bruh Who the fuck work a job, lil' bruh? Perc 10s on the side, lil' bruh Ego on my side, lil' bruh Everybody think they God, lil' bruh Why you think you God, lil' bruh? Land of the cap Lil' bruh, lil' bruh [Verse 2] Five niggas inside the Sentra Movin' like Five-Percenters Don't care 'bout consequences Just care 'bout ridin' deep Nineteen and so na�ve I shed a mind deceive Like, I'ma supply the raps, Joe just supply the beats Nineteen, signed a new deal 'cause I thought I would do well Joe told me, "Let's wait on it, we should get bigger, dog," but I care 'bout a full meal So I did like most kids do when I took on a whack deal Fifty K, I was rich, if you ask me, I'm half of that now, Joe thought it was blackmail He had all the foresight that I didn't have, except he just lacked bills To me, he just lacked real Real world pressure, so I took my stand still Said, "I got your back still" Bitch, I had that ended Spit out with my back bended Lil' Joe was my best friend, we ain't spoke in a black minute We ain't spoke in a black second Both suffering depression I wanna say, "Fuck rapping" My ego too big, it's big, but I need some money I can't work a job and scare the fans, my mans, and everyone love me Not thinkin' I'm God, scamming got dry and died, shit getting real Can't keep the fa�ade, I moved to Detroit with the boys and got me a deal Fear sittin' me down, had me like [Chorus] Why you think you God, lil' bruh? Everybody think they God, lil' bruh Who the fuck work a job, lil' bruh? Perc 10s on the side, lil' bruh Ego on my side, lil' bruh Everybody think they God, lil' bruh Why you think you God, lil' bruh? Land of the cap Lil' bruh, lil' bruh Why you think you God, lil' bruh? Everybody think they God, lil' bruh Who the fuck work a job, lil' bruh? Perc 10s on the side, lil' bruh Ego on my side, lil' bruh Everybody think they God, lil' bruh Why you think you God, lil' bruh? Land of the cap Lil' bruh, lil' bruh

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Credits

Writers
  • NASAAN
  • DonJuan Del Staples