[Intro: L'A Capone]
I'm just tryna get rich, ya know? And get lit, ya know?
And just sip, ya know? With my sippa bros
And fuck hoes, ya know? And tote poles, ya know?
Just be you, ya know? I'm doin' this shit what I do, ya know? (Hello, thank you, come again)
A SoLo on the track
This Chicago, nigga
DJ Bandz, oh, man

[Chorus: L'A Capone]
I'm just tryna get rich, ya know? And get lit, ya know?
And just sip, ya know? With my sippa bros
And fuck hoes, ya know? And tote poles, ya know?
Just be you, ya know? I'm doin' this shit what I do, ya know?
Ya know? (You know, man?) Ya know?
Ya know (I'm just chasin' this paper, ya know?), ya know, ya know?
Ya know? (I'm doin' me, ya know?) Ya know?
Ya know (600, ya know?), ya know, ya know?

[Verse 1: L'A Capone]
I ride and I roll on the road, dope what I smoke, feeling like I'm on a boat
I pop me a flat and I float, this ain't a joke, I rap about shit I been through
It's real, but what about you? You ain't gon' shoot, I'm-I'ma just do what it do
My momma want me in the nest, told her, "Relax", they don't want this what I pack
Th-They like, "L'A got a sack", feeling like Shaq, ball to the rim, collapse
It ain't an act, I might go slow off the Act', I'ma just come from the back
You better run, you is a geek to a thug, I am a cheetah, you slug
I'm so above, feeling like Wizard of Oz, life is a chocolate box
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