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rappin’ mitch – capricho lyrics

[intro]
yea, yeah yeah, yeah
yea, yeah yeah, yeah
i got it
i think i got it

[verse]
feeling like i’m alone in the belly of the beast
all i got in this world is my dope and my caprice
bomber jacket bruiser, pelle pelle mama sheesh
jeans from dr. jay’s with the motherf-cking crease
haven’t went to sleep since the first jay
paranoid narcoleptic riding with his ak
girl crazy sneaker addict, attic full of old tapes
marvin g-ye, illmatic, superfly and o’jays
well hey
tell any n-gga fussing catch fades then
i was in the mirror for hours brushing them waves in
we was minors in minor shootouts digging our graves then
car full of high school failures, not well behaved kids
social circle full of misfits, what i was raised in
folks say we should’ve known better, where better at then
i was raised in charlotte where narcotics sold itself
junkies on the corner lined up we didn’t need no help
put it in the pot, let it bubble, whip it left
or whip it with the right, no worries, i’m ambidex
came out of mama crib, hit the porch, age eleven
jus like you cool n-gga, better late than never
dee dee still holding grudges cuz we didn’t link together
and even though we never f-cked i feel like i felt her
last time i left that girl nicole i think it k!lled her
told shay i love my challenger but f-ck this ceiling
i don’t need a friend, i need a bowl, i need a bezel
i just need a stove and eddie cain let it settle
i just need some gems, not a workout, but some medals
and n-gga i didn’t change for the chains i barely wear ’em
for real

[hook – 2x]
feeling like i’m alone in the belly of the beast
all i got in this world is my dope and my caprice

[verse]
my ma gave me the game, she a poet and she dope
when i heard the poem that she wrote, she was my first hero
then i seen a movie with al pacino
which infatuated infatuations of cooking kilos
dream and a dollar all i have until tomorrow
whip a pot of dope til it’s prada, just like my papa
all my n-ggas shottas, by now that shouldn’t alarm us
i told charmaine come sip on this sudafed it’ll calm us
she ain’t just my partner, like cole, she one of my closest
told geneva i need to meet ya, i need that closure
i had you open for far too long, i forgot to close her
strippers in and out of my life forever picking they clothes up
my apologies on a long list but i don’t know if i can type it tho
my time is money right now sis and i ain’t got that kind of doe
my n-gga larry doing fed time, moon dead, fostell dead, unc dead
tish gone, what else wrong, i was slept on
they snoring n-gga, side drool
all them n-ggas done got super comfy
they lazy bones, i did eight songs
and my n-gga that was just monday
yea yeah, n-gga yea yeah
oldsmo at the studio, had that motherf-cker double parked
cold jewels on a n-gga neck, all two of a kind n-gga noah’s ark
i ain’t slept for five days
i got sodas in me and folgers in me
and dojah in me and roller with me
he rolling with me in that skrt skrt
up central with the window half down if you want smoke
n-gga yea yeah, yea yeah

[hook – 2x]
feeling like i’m alone in the belly of the beast
all i got in this world is my dope and my caprice

- rappin mitch lyrics

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