Capital Villain - Hakeem Prime

They love to hate the prime
Cause i be on my time, hey
Smashing all the hoes I guess IDAHO
Ex hoes gone spin on me, I got the recipe
Tried to leave the chick in texas
Now She kept following me
Amex dont decline
Yeah the secret been out
Money moves on my mind
Gotta get this bitch out
Addittude on me
Yeah this one for me
Had the gal dem jumping out the state
Like a good bunny
Ven Aca mommy
One language
Bush down the bitch down now she think I'm famous
So what?
Its murda, and i bet that boots fit
Guess how many times they
Ask me to quit..
Pussy
That money extra slime you must be out yo mind
Pussy
Called to say you chop and I changed my mind
Pussy
When i hit yo city
They don't got me playing w pennies
Boss talk is plenty
They lock the kid down ya feel me
The kid down ya feel me x6
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Look
If you can't see..
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I'm getting the bag when i want to
Never had a real plan so I want to
Shouldn't be in B town but i want to
I can make big crowd when i want to
What you know about me they dont want to
All they gone do is hate, like they want to
Though all i want to do is embrace you
All i really want to do is Embrace you!
-X2 all above-

Aye we one top of the line
How they walk a nigga back, When he in first of the line
Aye we the top of the line
How they birth him with the hate, But he on the top of his grind

Oh you rap rap
Well if you so big and bad
Then get yo snack back

Shit i through that shit back to the streets folk
Gone head pick it up
What you looking at me for?

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Yee yee
It's mr messy it's mr messy
They be like suuu They be like suuu x5

Aye
Nun of these nigga can match me
Ill put all these hoes on my ice tre
Better hop back on a block chain
Get ya money mayne I dont share the fame
Shawty if I fucked you, then we never cut ties
You see that flame in me so you got love up in your eyes
Distance how you glow up
East Atlanta where I show up
Boss type when I cruise the streets
You lost fight and you losing beefs
Never could be me I got my own strategy
Keep my money legit
Keep my face card lit lets go

(southern style) Popping and talking im outta the way
You hoes is mad and got something to say
Mad, cause im the kingpin of the shit
Reality hit off the digital tip
Smart rapper gang
Fuck the fame
You losing the plot, whats my name
And i ain't talking Bryshere Gray
You nigga ain't hitting like prime manye
To strong I brus em up with brutalities
Im cold with it I slice em up with fatalities
Them boys walking around the scene like them babalities
Im tryna caught a M thats my only fa-fantasy
You fentanyl boys make me sick
Why you send the work to yo girl house what?
Why you left the perk at yo mama house what?
Shout your month ain't no perkies on this couch boy"