Capital Gain (feat. Reaper!! & Mr. J1S)

Jose Jones, Marcus Pitts, Sean Edwards

516(Uh)
To the 631(Cap Gain nigga)
We back
We ain't never leaving
ML
Mr. Jones
Right here
And me
Uh uh
Uh huh
Fuck your little battle raps
I'm the monster up in this habitat
Show up in the latch
You fucking you up on camelback
My rhymes shit on more John Wicks and the candle wax
So keep them standing back
Before I slap them out of they sandals straps
What's the matter don't know the best is a choking hazard
Plus I got cold attacks
Is it trying to hold a ratchet
You don't understand that I love becoming over dammit
Sock you in the national
Skim you cross the whole Atlantic
This will be the time if your rhyming for your retirement
You're with they producers you call your parents and fire them
Jumping in your wrap up
And nozzle letting the tires spin
Kick out and find what I need from you down beside your skins
I am from the island my friend I'm not for the fuck around
Mr. Jones obnoxious
ML forever shut you down
Don't play with mine
Have you singing sweating like dangerous mind
Show up on your side and I ain't working for Nationwide fuck you
You gon' make a nigga hurt somebody
If you pull up on the gang
Got the method bring the pain
I don't really wanna hurt nobody
If you come up in my lane
Send em back to where it came
Now I'm saying it's
Cap Gain
Cap Cap Gain
The one's pulling all the strings
Under the pressure we don't
Crack mane
Crack crack mane
If we go out
Gotta go out with a bang now I'm saying (Boom)
Where's the love
It's only hate I see
I'm the sickest nigga alive without HIV
I'm the realest nigga alive since PAC
Had to spell it out so you get the PAT
Touchdown Gucci down
My account all I make is G's
Steph Curry of the club
All you take is threes
Now your missed calls all in the call log
Cause you can't come kicking with it like Balrog
Don't need a smart watch
See my rollie clever
I need a ring for every finger like Yogi Berra
I'm the illest of all time
This ain't my only era
Suck on my dick
If you wanna get to know me better
Yeah my team ride or die
I put the key in first
You got hoes but
Every time you pee it hurts
Out of this world
Style way beyond earth
So like Greg Bird yeah
I'ma be on first Jones
You gon' make a nigga hurt somebody
If you pull up on the gang
Got the method bring the pain
I don't really wanna hurt nobody
If you come up in my lane
Send em back to where it came
Now I'm saying it's
Cap Gain
Cap Cap Gain
The one's pulling all the strings
Under the pressure we don't
Crack mane
Crack crack mane
If we go out
Gotta go out with a bang now I'm saying (Boom)
The country is short on
Henny lyrics and avocado
Thorough bitches out here buying less Moscato
Lil niggas on the gram posing like El Chapo(El Chapo)
What will mufuckers do next for a follow
Reality tv is king
What's next for Bravo(Uh)
Can't beat them then well bro you know the motto(Cmon man)
What will Capital Gain do next for a record
Dumb it down a little bit
The new wave doesn't like guessing(Haha)
You can't fuck with these bars(Yeah)
Retaliation is self sabotage
Me and Cap Gain brethren been about our bags(Bout our bags)
No lil nigga shit
We not popping tags(Not popping tags)
We are letting tops down
The F-Type Jag(F-Type Jag)
All kinds of shit
letting J1S brag(Brag)
Haters out here doing they best to hurt me
Send them back to the drawing board
Like Nike with their jerseys
You gon' make a nigga hurt somebody
If you pull up on the gang
Got the method bring the pain
I don't really wanna hurt nobody
If you come up in my lane
Send em back to where it came
Now I'm saying it's
Cap Gain
Cap Cap Gain
The one's pulling all the strings
Under the pressure we don't
Crack mane
Crack crack mane
If we go out
Gotta go out with a bang now I'm saying
Boom

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