Big Bands - LIL CAP, P Money

Yo, This is Adam Ababwa straight from the Bahamas

This song right here is Lil Cap x P Money

You already know how this songs about to go down

Wawa waaaaa

Ay, what happened to old Cap

That platinum gold Cap

You see as an artist your brain doesn’t function the same

So you start making dope tracks

And with all of those dope tracks and numbers and gold plaques

Your ego just goes mad

All of a sudden you’re over the limit

And you just go full crash

Imma be honest for a second

I really hate all my greatest hits

‘cause everyone think that they goated

But they are really fucking shit

I’m on my facts, I’m on my truth

This one to the young me who wanted to prove

Evrybody wrong, show what he could do

But he kept falling and fucking losing, yah

Who said there can’t be two goats

‘cause me and P shutting this down on the go

For so many years I been working

And people been telling me that imma fall off and go broke

But I made it

I’m in the conversation

Work so fucking hard yeah

What the fuck is a vacation?

(ay)

Been grinding grinding I been fucking stepping (ay)

Been finding purpose, yeah I’m lethal, feeling like a weapon

I been saying this my year, if you don’t think the same

Lemme tell you something bitch, (yeah, yeah) get the fuck out of my face

Big bands if they wanna see man

Bitch I need big bands

If they wanna see man

Bitch I need big bands

Me and Little Cap doing stages like the big bands

If they wanna see man

Bitch I need big bands

You know what I’m saying

They wanna sign me ‘cause I’m insane

Two hours after I got the train

‘cause I got that steam (steam, steam, steam) steam

Running the game

Don’t look with your eyes — you’ll fuck up your brain

If you was charting before I came

But now you don’t I’m cool with the blame

‘Cause I’m a golden ticket rapper

Guaranteed and insured

Set the booth alight

I left them puzzled like I’m Jigsaw

Man turned into haters

That’s why I prefer the chicks more

I came in with Zelda

Like I’m Nintendo 6−4

I ain’t poppin' molly

I’m with Molly and I’m poppin' off

Yeah we runnin' oxy

Run upon me and I’m poppin' off

Show you how the British do it

Wiked — this is lock n stock

No love for the feds

I call Mando here to drop a cop

Do not get it twisted

‘cause you see me on a pedal bike

Where I’m from we used to peddle white

Sony or hella Nike

R1 was my motorbike

When I ride past, better step aside

You don’t wanna see ghetto life

So shut up and gimme them