From The Cap with Love Lyrics

22 “From The Cap with Love”

Only thing I want for Christmas is your true intentions

Shid, I don’t want you actin’ like these other bitches

I mean these others women

I’m tryna stop using that word

Tryna bag up all my sins and leave the trash can at the curb

Gone belligerent

I was 15-16, lost my innocence

I was 15-16, stealin’ dividends

I was 15-16, playin’ middleman

Nah, fuck that, let’s talk about these racks

Like what you stackin’? What you packin’ nigga?

Couple bands a week, I’m playin’ with thousands like they action figures

Lost it all, flipped it all, made it back, spent some more

Picture me rollin’, my deposits lookin’ like Escobar’s

I like fine wine and fancy cars

Sometimes you gotta go MIA to see who yo’ family are

Working overtime, mixing studio sessions with Adderall

Making blue was my dream now my fingertips look like Avatars

And I ain’t frontin’ like I ain’t needed help

Hoppin’ in a Lamb’ all by myself, all by my damn self

Rich is temporary, we made stupid wealth

Make sure my kids in lavish so even when I whip they ass, it’s with a Gucci belt

Pint sipper, dime flipper, Louis slipper

Expensive liquor, expensive nigga, I did bigger

You know the vibes, smoked 20 bands of contraband

Ran up all my figures with 2 hands, I’m too advanced

Spendin’ niggas rent on my wrist, we called them silly bands

Acky dead, that’s when I start crushin’ pilly milligrams

Bigger man, always tried to play the part, it’s hard for me

Couldn’t get the J’s, niggas started committin’ larceny

Gone away on a holiday, I know the Lord was watchin’ me

Heaven is a present, I hope Rickey save a spot for me

God save a spot for me

Make your lil prodigy

We failed in calculus but taught ourselves in trigonometry

Would make up my mistakes but I ain’t into cosmetology

Would tell you that I’m sorry if I felt you need apologizes

Niggas get the picture, ain’t no point in the photography

My favorite brand Givenchy, ballin’ like Luca Donchic

Tellin’ Freebandz to sign me

Kickin’ down a door like here’s Johnny

Tell me who you really love

Tell me that it’s not me

Tell me I ain’t poppin’, tryn ride a wave

You know that I’m Tsunami

Sometimes I get high and I can’t find me

Sometimes I sip pink and I can’t think

Sometimes you gotta go and rob the Brinks trucks, I know

I been in problems deeper than a kitchen sink Lord, forgive me