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LA Capone - Separate Myself Intro Lyrics

(Intro)

How you leave your mans dead for a broke b*tch?
Most of these rap n*ggas on some ho sh*t
How you leave your mans dead for a broke b*tch?
Most of these rap n*ggas on some ho sh*t
How going to school gone teach more sh*t
And the teacher said I wouldn't be sh*t?
Most of these rap n*ggas on some ho sh*t
How going to school gone teach more sh*t
And the teacher said I wouldn't be sh*t?

(Interlude)

L'A Capone speaking, man. Team 6Hunna.
N*ggas know how I'm coming, man. You know.
I just got to separate myself man...from all this fufu sh*t.
It's a lot of fufu sh*t going on out here, kid. You hear me?

(Verse 1)

How you leave your mans dead for a broke b*tch?
Most of these rap n*ggas on some ho sh*t
How going to school gone teach more sh*t
And the teacher said I wouldn't be sh*t?
I guess I'm just stuck on that street sh*t
N*ggas mad cause we ball on that Heat sh*t
And everyday, I pop out on some flee sh*t
I love designer, that's neat sh*t (That's that neat sh*t)
How you talking to H0es about bro and 'em?
Why you talking to H0es about bro and 'em?
Pillow-talking, we got to expose him
If he got them oz., then we poke him
L'A too real, you can't clone him
You ain't talking no bands, then don't phone him
Two-tone chrome under the True shirt
Try to go on a date and get your boo hurt
I don't like no dramatic b*tch
So I just separate myself from sh*t
If you post up, I hope you brought your kit
Cause I'm wounding cats when that chopper spit
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He'll kill 'em, I ain't lying, heard it from the horse mouth
Can't walk through the 6, you a Brick, another route
Hit a stain for the sh*t, made it flip, another house
Young n*gga hood, but I'm trying to make it out
Meanwhile, these guys trying to get clout
Riding through the hood, we let 30s hang out
And if he ain't Double-O then he can't hang out
F*ck talking tough, n*gga we can bang out
It was raining out when my mom put me out
But I don't understand what the net beef 'bout
It's a drill in your hood so nobody hang out
I ain't never heard 'bout a top-notch b*tch
Some raw little chick who ain't did no d*ck
So when I get a check, put ice on my wrist
Got a whole lot of sh*t, nothing for a b*tch
My name hold weight so n*ggas want to kick
Call up the lean man, need another six
Get another stain then do another hit
Slide on the O, get a yop, now I'm lit

(Verse 2)

We don't tolerate b*tch-ness
Sneak diss bad for your fitness
Let's get this, hit your block up, leave no witness
25 shots, that's Christmas
Got a handful of n*ggas on hitlists
I made this here for the b*tches
And the snitches, and the lames
Brick n*gga, stay in your lane
Only so long 'fore a n*gga get changed
All the opps want to put dirt on my name
I'm a still be the same, you can keep the change
Ain't too many young n*ggas in the game
That can say they ain't never been a mothef*cking lame
I watched these n*ggas get b*tched by the gang
It's levels to this sh*t, man


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