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Settle The Score
Cap1talA
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Yeah!
What's happening?
Yeah
Yeah, check
Let me settle the score
I keep hearing 'bout niggas still chat about numbers
They ain't got no racks, ain't real like that
But we hear them say one hundred
So much lice on their head
Their head might scratch when I hear their lies (yeah)
They bugging, no pesticide, they tripping, that lace untied
And she don't want misguided
So I'm a direct nigga, no stops when flying (sing)
Grounded still, I'm a humble giant
Climb this hill with my will, no trying (yeah)
Yeah, and I'll eat that pill if they call me defiant
'Cause I've been trapped in the system, I see it's a prison
And my niggas ain't staying imprisoned
Me and bro like Michael and Lincoln
Two man on these babes, we linking, drinking
Look at the time, I'm sinking (sinking)
I was drowning in puss so much, I lost push on my grind
What the hell was I thinking?
Yeah, now I'm locked in, still ain't blinking (yeah)
They want a blueprint how we get pinks in
Kept the fire lit on our Winston (yeah)
Ain't a job search, how we linked in (uh)
With all the hustlers knowing what struggle is
Harder we go, the more heavy we printing
On that paper, I wager (get stacks)
I'ma quadruple that much later
My bread low, then I turn to a baker
I won't love hoes when I won't ever save her (bop, bop, bop)
Yeah
Look here, mate, you can't have the upperhand
Both for too long. She'll be fine
He could do a lot better if you ask me
I mean, she goes through blokes like I go through a pack of twenties
Yeah, let me settle the score (let me settle the score)
I stepped outside ready for war
Three hundred niggas like Spartans, not Harlem
But dressed in all black like we buried a corpse
And I've got their six, and they got my six, of course
Drive to the top, never staying off course
Stay in the drift, never drawn from the sh- (shhh)
So let me settle the score (what)
I keep hearing 'bout niggas still chat about numbers (yeah)
They ain't got no racks, ain't real like that
But we hear them say one hundred (bop)
So much lice on their head
My head might scratch when I hear their lies (gah sake)
They bugging, no pesticide, they tripping, that lace untied (grrr)
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I move up around and get in back of him and flush him to it
When I flush that son of a bitch, you nail him
I got a score to settle
We both got scores to settle
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