Capital C - DIGITS

(This is it, Gary)
(Yeah, I'm gettin' to the cake)
(Don't give a fuck about hate)
(Runnin' up the digits)
(Ain't none of you rappers safe)
(Now I'm gettin' to the cake)
(Don't give a fuck about hate)
(Runnin' up the digits)
(Ain't none of you rappers safe)
R-R-Runnin' up the digits
I'm make a couple racks (Racks)
Make a couple hits, I'ma make another track (Track)
P-P-Pull up to your lobby wit' a knife, I got no gat (No gat)
I'm tryna watch u bleed, when I throw in the trash
I'm the best straight killer, bomb threat
Strapped up to my chest, my lyrics take your last breath (Last breath)
I'm the best straight killer, bomb threat
Strapped up to my chest, my lyrics take your last breath (Last breath)
'Cause I'm a beast when I spit
Unleash the anger, and shit
That I keep up in me, 'cause I ain't gonna quit
Too focused on my come up, don't care if I'm rich
I'm just tryna make enough, man, u know how it is
Gotta get the paper stack it, gotta stay wit my biz
Comin' up wit the boys, you know our music lit
I'm always on my grind, there ain't no chance to sit
I'm standing up on my feet, tryna make it legit
(Yeah, I'm gettin' to the cake)
(Don't give a fuck about hate)
(Runnin' up the digits)
(Ain't none of you rappers safe)
(Now I'm gettin' to the cake)
(Don't give a fuck about hate)
(Runnin' up the digits)
(Ain't none of you rappers safe)
R-R-Runnin' up the digits
I'm make a couple racks (Racks)
Make a couple hits, I'ma make another track (Track)
P-P-Pull up to your lobby wit' a knife, I got no gat (No gat)
I'm tryna watch u bleed, when I throw in the trash
I'm the best straight killer, bomb threat
Strapped up to my chest, my lyrics take your last breath (Last breath)
I'm the best straight killer, bomb threat
Strapped up to my chest, my lyrics take your last breath (Last breath)
I'm the best when I'm off it, best be quitin' your talkin
Leave you up in a coffin, pull up and I'ma rock him
Got the lock in my sock, I'ma knock him out cold
Selling work, that's how it go
In streets, I'm sellin' dope
I'm the illest, you know
I'm the best with the flow
Watch your neck, and your throat
'Cause I'm aiming to kill
When I come for my spot
And I stay poppin' pills
On my way to the top (Way to the top)
(Yeah, I'm gettin' to the cake)
(Don't give a fuck about hate)
(Runnin' up the digits)
(Ain't none of u rappers safe)
(Now I'm gettin' to the cake)
(Don't give a fuck about hate)
(Runnin' up the digits)
(Ain't none of you rappers safe)
R-R-Runnin' up the digits
I'm make a couple racks (Racks)
Make a couple hits, I'ma make another track (Track)
P-P-Pull up to your lobby wit' a knife, I got no gat (No gat)
I'm tryna watch u bleed, when I throw in the trash
I'm the best straight killer, bomb threat
Strapped up to my chest, my lyrics take your last breath (Last breath)
I'm the best straight killer, bomb threat
Strapped up to my chest, my lyrics take your last breath (Last breath)

Written by:
Colin Roberts, Gary Roberts

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