CAP (feat. Henny L.O.)

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen You are now tuned in to C.A.P. Radio That's Conscious Addict Pimpin', baby Givin' you lyrical eargasms, orgasms, all of them Yeah Slicker than the bacon grease that simmer with the fat Before you spin this limousine, don't cut too hard and spill my yak Combination of the Time some Funkenstein and then the Mack Life was ridin' highway lines before I knew about rascal flats Cul-de-sacs, full of chicks fantasizin' about my stacks Pimpin' profits past the preachers, prophesizin' hope perhaps Similac, since that sippin', low-simpin', I instant-lacked Told lil' mama, run my water this instant and bring the jack Sufferin' succotash, salivated for supple ass The subtle sluts amass sellin' silhouettes of a drunken draft Save the Snapchat, the symptoms of a cracked back Instant recollections that made a nigga to backtrack Packed in a corner store, exited out my corridor Doper than Pookie's ankles, but furthermore, my core explored How is Bakari smoother than Boris Moore? The Perry choice Yet rugged as Pac in the nearest trailer for abandoned boys Queen Lativa, Sativa, blowin' this joyful noise Pack has been peelin' my face off, word to Castor Troy Cast the ploy to lasso your wifey, cast as my actress boy And you get shacked for pennies, this 32 make a magic noise Ooh, I told y'all Dolomite, Superfly, Willie D, they all rolled up into a nigga like me Look, out my brother's mother's van, I was breakin' bad Lookin' for that Jesse Pink hoppin' off that lily pad Huh, that pussy dope, but later learned it's fuckin' up your health I chose it over knowledge, had to regain with self Huh, I dream of how I'm judged I hope I reach the heavens above without a crutch And I used to want your love, but now I don't give a f*ck Our love was still the same, we barely spoke in some months But what's good though? Changed clothes, old school radio Early morning, different routine, yo, switch the flavors up Can't believe I stunted on niggas who wouldn't play with us Now I understand, niggas knew they couldn't play with us Huh, boy, you oughta be ashamed I learned that from my losses, put the power in these gains Born power, traded up, later sneakers Born power, miracle, baby Jesus Still strongest, vomit, I need it common Most want it, Malibu's earth is my planet Gold tarnish, rock it, I'm bein' modest Lord have mercy, high to mollusk, blended scotch bonnet Problems was abolished, niggas envisioning carnage My eyes was in my hands like the Homs of real monsters Sewers kept the crumbs like I'm real monsters Searchin' for apartments, need to be in houses I'm talkin' plural, bein' acid to my girl I seeded up the earth, makin' stars to rule the world Let me ask you a question, please, keep it honest If you go to outer space, is it peaceful in the darkness I'm really only askin cause the air at night is cooler I won a race on Saturn around the ring, actin' foolish In a German junk with a Southern junk, playin' Southern Jones Niggas sayin' Jank Jones, junk fucks sayin' Jones F*ck you mean, I ain't stutter, see I see these niggas Bitchin' propositions, see the throne is just to seat the niggas I been the type to say I'm black, all you see is niggas Now what's cooler, market, wanna live, can I be a nigga