Music Video
L'A Capone - "Separate Myself (Intro)" (Official Audio) [Prod. by Swagg B]
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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
L'a Capone
Künstler:in
Swagg B
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Shawn Jackson
Songwriter:in
Leonard Anderson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Swagg B
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch?
Most of these rap **** on some ho shit
How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch?
Most of these rap **** on some ho shit
How going to school gone teach more shit
And the teacher said I wouldn't be shit?
[Verse 2]
Most of these rap **** on some ho shit
How going to school gone teach more shit
And the teacher said I wouldn't be shit?
[Verse 3]
L'A Capone speaking, man
Team 600
**** know how I'm coming, man
[Verse 4]
You know, I just gotta separate myself man
From all this fufu shit
It's a lot of fufu shit going on round here, kid
You hear me?
[Verse 5]
How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch?
Most of these rap **** on some ho shit
How going to school gone teach more shit
And the teacher said I wouldn't be shit?
I guess I'm just stuck on that street shit
**** mad cause we ball on that Heat shit
And everyday, I pop out on some flee shit
I love designer, that's me, shit
How you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em?
Why you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em?
Pillow-talking, we gotta 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 bitch
So I just separate myself from shit
If you post up, I hope you brought your kit
Cause I'm wounding cats when that chopper spit
Lil Dee in the trap, pop out, Glock out
He'll kill 'em, I ain't lying, heard it from the horse mouth
Can't walk through the Six, you a Brick, another route
Hit a stain for the shit, made it flip, another house
Young **** hood, but I'm trying to make it out
Meanwhile, these guys trying to get clout
Riding through the hood, we let thirties hang out
And if he ain't Double-O then he can't hang out
Fuck talking tough, **** 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 bitch
Some raw little chick who ain't did no dick
So when I get a check, put ice on my wrist
Got a whole lot of shit, nothing for a bitch
My name hold weight so **** wanna 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 6]
We don't tolerate bitchness
Sneak diss bad for your fitness
Let's get this, hit your block up, leave no witness
Twenty-five shots, that's Christmas
Got a handful of **** on hitlists
I made this here for the bitches
And the snitches, and the lames
Brick ****, stay in your lane
Only so long 'fore a **** get changed
All the opps wanna put dirt on my name
I'ma still be the same, you can keep the change
Ain't too many young **** in the game
That can say they ain't never been a motherfucking lame
I watched these **** get bitched by the gang
It's levels to this shit, man
Written by: Leonard Anderson, Shawn Jackson
