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Cap Talk by Birdman Lyrics

This for my n——-s who ain’t here
I traveled some miles to see ‘em,
Shining like a chandelier,
You ain’t got to get close to see ‘em,
N——-S talking out they lip,
I say ‘em i’mma shoot above the rim,
These n——-s know what it is,
Big drippen the side of my tims

I had ‘em say i was broke,
What the f—-k these n——-s talking about,
These n——-s know that that’s cap talk,
100 bandz up inside a volt
Every time we speak it’s that murder talk,
For a fact all these n——-s know what it’s ‘bout
And i know they ain’t having the s—-t i ‘bout,
When we up with that chopa they draw the chalk

Been through it these n——-s p——y,
When it comes to this hair I’m a veteran rookie,
When i see your lil homie they starring and looking,
My hitters on go and that button i push it
Stick to the rapping but of be cooking,
Wanted a track soon as they have it i look it
Up in jail every day i was hooking,
Trial when i seen it i didn’t over look it,
I Heard ‘em say i was broke but these n——-a no that that’s a cap talk
N——-S b—-s heart it when they talk,
I was banging and slanging inside the north
Whole lot of money i made it all,
They ain’t from where I’m from can’t compare to me
Up the cutta make him draw the chopa
I’mma stretch him he thinking ‘bout tagging me

Real blood,
I want walk in the club i ain’t paid
I ain’t giving shoutouts on my page
Thanking God for the s—-t that i made
This for my n——-s that’s up in the grave
Wanna give up i’mma do it for days
F—-K everybody want to stamp me
Concert jungle in the hood i played
Rich gang bird man a stamp me

This for my n——-s who ain’t here
I traveled some miles to see ‘em,
Shining like a chandelier,
You ain’t got to get close to see ‘em,
N——-S talking out they lip,
I say ‘em i’mma shoot above the rim,
These n——-s know what it is,
Big drippen the side of my tims

I had ‘em say i was broke,
What the f—-k these n——-s talking about,
These n——-s know that that’s cap talk,
100 bandz up inside a volt
Every time we speak it’s that murder talk,
For a fact all these n——-s know what it’s ‘bout
And i know they ain’t having the s—-t i ‘bout,
When we up with that chopa they draw the chalk

Big comma, big face,
Chop ‘em down we will the race
Buss it down then pop it off
Don’t give a f—-k if i catch a case
No cap, straight rap, in the trap, 100 racks,
Been ballin’ on dollar,
Getting money that’s facts
Chandlers, marble floors
Move dope threw plenty wholes,
Alligator, crocodile
Automatic calicole
Every n——-a with me got money
Who the f—-k said something
All these rap s——t ain’t nothing, i done passed it down to my youngins

This for my n——-s who ain’t here
I traveled some miles to see ‘em,
Shining like a chandelier,
You ain’t got to get close to see ‘em,
N——-S talking out they lip,
I say ‘em i’mma shoot above the rim,
These n——-s know what it is,
Big drippen the side of my tims

I had ‘em say i was broke,
What the f—-k these n——-s talking about,
These n——-s know that that’s cap talk,
100 bandz up inside a volt
Every time we speak it’s that murder talk,
For a fact all these n——-s know what it’s ‘bout
And i know they ain’t having the s—-t i ‘bout,
When we up with that chopa they draw the chalk

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