U capping dogg

Stacks in the bag, rubber bands on the loot,

Clock ticking fast, gotta move, gotta shoot,

Corner store dealings, the fiends salute,

You claiming king, but your crown don’t compute.

If you ain’t making money trapping in Jackson, you capping dogg,

Talking big smoke but your hustle’s a fog,

We see through the act, your story’s a log,

No bark, no bite, just another monologue.

Dice on the curb, dreams cooked in the pot,

You flexing with the gram, but your pockets forgot,

Truth in the street, that chain’s just a prop,

Real recognize real, and you ain’t in the plot.

Pressure bust pipes or it make diamonds shine,

But you fold under heat, you ain’t built for the grind,

Talking like a vet, but your game’s confined,

Lost in the sauce, you a mime out of line.

If you ain’t making money trapping in Jackson you capping dogg,

Talking big smoke but your hustle’s a fog,

We see through the act, your story’s a log,

No bark, no bite, just another monologue.

Conger’s politics, moves made in the dark,

Blueprints in the cut, now they calling it art,

You tryna play the role, but you missing the spark,

A clown in the hub city, we can see where you park.