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Ain't no cap in my rap (Nah) Got that full clip on my lap Trigga finger, double tap Beam with with a scope and a lab coat Mad scientist when I'm in the booth (Ahh) All these hatters just some hoes Standing ten toes I never fold Bet they see me at the shows Showing fake love, yea that's fosho Lay low off the grid Sipping on a bottle till I'm lit Spark up and record another hit Spark up and record another hit Do this on the daily for my kid Get on stage reppin Triple7 F*ck with my family send yo ass to heaven If that ain't where you destined Lay yo ass rested This life I manifested No trust, I stay vested If you broke and hating, get yo money up I suggest it I believe in this music, yea I invested Making hits after hits, yea I feel destined Why these weak ass rappers sound congested Mic one two three Say it with yo chest bitch I'm just tryna run up shows Run up the shows Run up the shows Run up the shows, Oh (Spark it up) (Spark it up) (Spark it up) Ain't no cap in my rap Got that full clip on my lap Trigga finger, double tap Beam with with a scope and a lab coat Mad scientist when I'm in the booth (Ahh) All these hatters just some hoes Standing ten toes I never fold Bet they see me at the shows Showing fake love, yea that's fosho Lay low off the grid Sippin on a bottle till I'm lit Spark up and record another hit