Capo Lee – War Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yo
Wardot
C-A-P-O
Call me C-A-P-O
Huh?
Yo

[Verse]
Huh? Drug seller
A whole cocktail of drugs in the drug cellar
500 grams what the drug measure
Drought time, I'm a drug stretcher
And see, more time, I only fuck with decent white
Must be the reason why I'm rolling through the streets at night
And if you know me then you know this ain't a recent grind
To gain peace of mind, hands, I need Ps of mine
Had grands from before, plans overshore
Strap bangs over raw, sometimes over press
Six bills on a home, if the food's over-pressed
If you're gonna face shot, try stand over chest
Had food in the drought, got food in the current
Put down a couple thou', it was all out of nothing
Sex weren't paying bills so I limited the loving
Copping all the bails to add a limit on your cupboard
Food peng, looking like a bag of money
I'm talking way back before I even had a honey
I got my first grub, my darg had to bag it for me
Now I'ma cop something, that should have the rabbits on me
I'm talking bare carats, I ain't tryna hear faggots
I might as well fuck the world, shit, you know it's bare backwards
Get attention with the gun talk
Piere couple views and try and turn commercial, I notice bare rappers
I ain't working nine-to-fives so this grind matter
I blow my own horn, I know I'm a sublime rapper
White trapper, violate? I'm bringing out the night clapper
Never been a bitch boy, I ain't into guy chatter
'Cause late nights, we were running from the jakes
Out late, tryna stack a little penny for the flake
And a nice chain, I might cop a desi with the change
Or Roley with a diamond bezel on the frame
If I hear out my name, I might air out your frame
(Boom)
Liff him with the birds, I ain't chilling with these nerds
Like I can't get a Smith & on the curb
Get it popping off with words
Money be a curse but I still take
Every single penny in the safe
Mean money in face, money in my radius
He ain't even know he spend money on a brainless
Rather spend money on my trainers, raving with a stainless
Make a pussy famous, chest wounds, back wounds
Talking crud, now he's getting carried to the back rooms
Passing out, round all my dargs and we're bussing out
I dance with the devil
They saw the pound signs when they glanced at a pebble
For everybody trapping like there ain't nuttin' better
Boshing up the work like there ain't nuttin' penger
Talking 'bout trapping like there's only one strip
Whole load of straps but there's only one clip
Fast money, treating all my losses like a lesson
And after all that, I ain't living like a peasant
Old school pedal bike, grinding on the Crescent
Instrumental in my ear means I'll be rapping like a present
Grinding in my car if you wan' talk about the present
Don't cuss or quiet, man'll hit you with the desert
Living in a town where it's hard to achieve
Getting into madness, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Drowning in my thoughts, I ain't sparking no cheese
Bally on my face, see me spark it and breeze


[Outro]
Call me C-A-P-O
Call me C-A-P-O
C-A-P-O
Capo