BROTHA_AMEN - C.A.P. Lyrics

I wasn't made to sing I'd rather show the world my pain
Explicit are the lyrics within the words that they contain
I'd rather be myself over pretending to be fake
Can give a f*ck about the bitches dog I'm too focused on my bank
Now I'm getting money but I don't seem to be at peace
I'm still praying to the Lord that's something that I will never cease
I'm independent in this life except I do not feel complete
I also noticed you're respected when you could practice what you preach
Ayo I'm backin up this heat
I practice to compete
You're lackin on beat
Your shit is whack to sweet for me
Your stupid ass is obsolete
Your shit is cap don't f*ck with me
I'm from the trap you should retreat
Pull out the strap poof gone delete
See I'm the typa muthaf*cka that's not afraid to tell the truth
You're the type to spread a lie and get everybody else confused
I spit my shit with passion once I'm up inside the booth
You like to do it for the views thinkin your stupid ass is coo
No that's not I that's not me I can't do it
I'll f*ck up yo life in this rhyme let me prove it
You wanna fight I'll just bust out this nine and I'll shoot it
Yea You might think I'm nice but on this mic I'll go stupid
You can't take away the vision it's a gift from God above
Don't f*ck with me because I'm wicked bitch stop acting like your tough
Don't give the world a false depiction of who I am and what I does
Unless you want a crucifixion from the devils chosen ones
This is my life bitch get out of the way
Slit yo throat with this knife if you mention my name
Disrespecting my grind you'll end up in a grave
Keep yo eyes outta mine and stay up in yo lane
Please do not test me I'm doin my best G
This shit can get messy Your shit don't impress me
Express what I foresee
Possessed to smoke weed yup indeed I proceed to succeed guaranteed
Ayo I'm backin up this heat
I practice to compete
You're lackin on beat
Your shit is whack to sweet for me
Your stupid ass is obsolete
Your shit is cap don't f*ck with me
I'm from the trap you should retreat
Pull out the strap poof gone delete
Conversations with the devil while the Lord is on his post
Talkin all about the cash and how much It is to sell my soul
I don't really trust him though so I'll put a pin in it postpone
It'll take a couple million to trade my spirit for the throne
Most these rappers botch it
Stupid and unconscious
Majority dishonest
The other half are jobless
Man I feel like they needa stop it
They're not in it for the profit
Man it's up to me to solve it
Then get paid into my deposit
I needa do it for la raza
Whaddup Holmes Que pasa
Don't come to me with all that drama
Bitch I'm here to stack these comas
See Back at the age of 18
I F*cked around took LSD
I saw the future of my dreams
And so I proceeded to rap on beats
Got my associates degree
I earned the title of marine
Gotta better sense of self esteem
And plus my plug is Japanese
Man You better be careful how you talk kid
I got some family from the block bitch
Outline yo body in some chalk snitch
I'm up in this for the profit
The whole purpose of this song is so that your dumb ass understands
That I will neva stop rappin shit cause I do it for the bandz
I got connections in the game that'll supply all the demands
And plus I got a vision to own a f*cking record label and a brand
I'm talkin big dreams big whips big cash
So infatuated with the bitch cause she big ass
My life is animated all I do is spit facts
My mind is elevated me and you are mismatched
Let me introduce the world to the homie brotha amen
He used to go to church but then he met the nigga Satan
He told him he ain't gotta preach and that he should probably rap instead
"Cause what's the point of saving souls if you ain't getting any bread?" (x2)
Ayo I'm backin up this heat
I practice to compete
You're lackin on beat
Your shit is whack to sweet for me
Your stupid ass is obsolete
Your shit is cap don't f*ck with me
I'm from the trap you should retreat
Pull out the strap poof gone delete (x2)