Verse 1: [Tha Capital G]Y’all know me, 617’s where I’ll beSee me in the cut, rock a T, neck vWith a high top fade and a sharp goateeKill with the flow, let em die slowlyAddicted to dough and I won’t ODIll with the show, I’m filled with the glowSo trill with it yo, keep the beat low-keyI’m turnt up, I’m maxin’No chill, no laxin’Every time my track spinsYour girlfriend does back bendsThey askin’ what happenedThe aux cord was passed thenT’was jacked in by Black menTha Capital’s rappin’Awesome songs like The Box Tiger and OFF & ONI’m freaking pretty, little kiddies call me GiddyFrom the city where they all scream Boston StrongMoved to LA, now I shop at VONSHead to LAX, just got BassamFly in my ride, finna slide down the WestsideChillin’ where the vibe is boss till dawnHi name is Giddens and I’m getting itYup, I’ma get it like it’s never been gotAnd I’m grinning, I’m finna go get it non-stopYou got no shot when I’m winningBeen hot since beginningI like my women like chocolate and cinnamonWith drops of vanilla and lots of adrenalineAnd I’m down with OPP, yeah you know meThat’s how it’s go’n be, THA CAPITAL G[Hook: Tha Capital G]Blue chipI’ll earn this paperEverything I do’s litI’ll burn this haterDon’t know how to quitI’ll learn this laterAfter I write this I’ma walk in like I’m Ernest Baker[Verse 2: Tha Capital G]My life is dope, I am dopenessLook through my scope and I won’t missFerocious, I wrote thisAll of y’all can quote thisYou got to blast this on these streetsI bought this track from Rami beatzFire beats from ClevelandCleveland is the reasonFire tweets from ErnestErnest can you believe him?I swear to y’all I just seen himIn Forbes MagazineGetting Paid To Be himselfOh Lord that’s the dreamPlease know thisTha Capital G’s focusedWord to my home boy VixWe tryna’ get richSo no we don’t tease no chicksRoll with the punches, see no fistsTrolling a bunch with zero hitsHow did it come to down thisWhen a hater talk ‘ishBut he freeze when he sees yo whipI’m poppin’, I’m crackin’No break, no slackin’Every time my tracks endsDJ’s play it back thenThey askin’ what happenedThe aux cord was passed thenT’was jacked in by Black menTha Capital’s rappin’Like never beforeOne album now I’m ready for moreGonna rip it up, hit ‘em up with up the stuffSo tough that you’re gonna wanna get in storesMet Ernest Baker, clever to coreWhole Squad Gay, endeavors galoreGotta cook meals and my hook’s realErnest got that book deal, now he’s ready for warAin’t nobody do it like we doing itNope, we go’n do it like it’s never been doneYou can’t ruin it, you in it just for the fundsWe in it for the fun and to feel blissSon, can you feel this?It’s so sick and nothing heal thisTime to conceal this rhyme spitting realnessJust put on Skee TVWho do I see? The homie EBTha Capital G[Hook: Tha Capital G]
