Realize by Capo Ja Lyrics
Yall boys make me sicc
Ill rob u
Tag team his bitch
Goku uh
Boy false flaggin
Stop the cap
We gon stomp em out
Lay em on his bacc
Run up a bag
Rags to riches
Badder bitches
Foreign cars
Im in em
**far bacc* (i can see it)
Trappin out the whip
Meal ticcet
Hard to make it out
Gifted
People say im nonchalant
Mmhm
Listen
Had to struggle
Had to hustle
Been gettin it
Legal, illegal
Gon make a way
Put a k
Behind yo gang
We gon crash out
Needed her the most
But she bail out
Cali kush in the jar
Smoke exotic shit
Claim he a opp
We ain't been beefin shit
Mad boutta bitch
He tweak n shit
Ain't gang
Can't hang
Get money gang
Pourin syrup
In my drank
Gotta ease the pain
Just to maintain
Free dem boys
Out the pin
Taught since a jit
To drill n shit
Been used to dis
Dont claim the clit
If yeen drop shit
Wanna get dior
But need a new whip
Advancin in my shit
Picc’d up a pen
Keep a strap
On my waist
Dont reach fa shit
Drop a song err week
Got used to it
Smokin weed
Drinkin liquor
Got used to it
Vibin to the beat
Got used to it
Chase the bag
Neva lacc
Dream chasin
To a bag
Neva let up
Dont fall fa nun
If my hoe
In the car
Ima pop sum
Ridin w my guns
Talk
Dont run up
Keep it tucc’d
Actin tuff on da net
Getcho head buss
Deep emotions
Carried weight
Now im up one
Stomp a nigga out
If he owe sum
Come correctly
Dont address me
Ima Bos
Don’t tempt me
Shoot like im Trae
Drill the 3
Knocc out his teeth
Brunson in the ring
Beast mode
On da tracc
Come cop a ft
Love is a weakness
Can't blind me
Real eyes
Realize
The truth leak
Boy stop the cap
He b gettin beat
Ill rob u
Tag team his bitch
Goku uh
Boy false flaggin
Stop the cap
We gon stomp em out
Lay em on his bacc
Run up a bag
Rags to riches
Badder bitches
Foreign cars
Im in em
**far bacc* (i can see it)
Trappin out the whip
Meal ticcet
Hard to make it out
Gifted
People say im nonchalant
Mmhm
Listen
Had to struggle
Had to hustle
Been gettin it
Legal, illegal
Gon make a way
Put a k
Behind yo gang
We gon crash out
Needed her the most
But she bail out
Cali kush in the jar
Smoke exotic shit
Claim he a opp
We ain't been beefin shit
Mad boutta bitch
He tweak n shit
Ain't gang
Can't hang
Get money gang
Pourin syrup
In my drank
Gotta ease the pain
Just to maintain
Free dem boys
Out the pin
Taught since a jit
To drill n shit
Been used to dis
Dont claim the clit
If yeen drop shit
Wanna get dior
But need a new whip
Advancin in my shit
Picc’d up a pen
Keep a strap
On my waist
Dont reach fa shit
Drop a song err week
Got used to it
Smokin weed
Drinkin liquor
Got used to it
Vibin to the beat
Got used to it
Chase the bag
Neva lacc
Dream chasin
To a bag
Neva let up
Dont fall fa nun
If my hoe
In the car
Ima pop sum
Ridin w my guns
Talk
Dont run up
Keep it tucc’d
Actin tuff on da net
Getcho head buss
Deep emotions
Carried weight
Now im up one
Stomp a nigga out
If he owe sum
Come correctly
Dont address me
Ima Bos
Don’t tempt me
Shoot like im Trae
Drill the 3
Knocc out his teeth
Brunson in the ring
Beast mode
On da tracc
Come cop a ft
Love is a weakness
Can't blind me
Real eyes
Realize
The truth leak
Boy stop the cap
He b gettin beat