L'A Capone - Separate My Self lyrics

How you leave your mans dead for a broke b**h? Most of these rap n***as on some ho sh** How you leave your mans dead for a broke b**h? Most of these rap n***as on some ho sh** How going to school gone teach more sh** And the teacher said I wouldn't be sh**? Most of these rap n***as on some ho sh** How going to school gone teach more sh** And the teacher said I wouldn't be sh**? L'A Capone speaking, man. Team 600. n***as know how I'm coming, man. You know, I just gotta separate myself man...from all this fufu sh**. It's a lot of fufu sh** going on round here, kid. You hear me? How you leave your mans dead for a broke b**h? Most of these rap n***as on some ho sh** How going to school gone teach more sh** And the teacher said I wouldn't be sh**? I guess I'm just stuck on that street sh** n***as mad cause we ball on that Heat sh** And everyday, I pop out on some flee sh** I love designer, that's me, sh** How you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em? Why you talking to hoes 'bout bro and 'em? Pillow-talking, we gotta expose him If he got them oz., then we poke him L'A too real, you can't clone him! You ain't talking no bands, then don't phone him Two-tone chrome under the True shirt Try to go on a date and get your boo hurt I don't like no dramatic b**h So I just separate myself from sh** If you post up, I hope you brought your kit Cause I'm wounding cats when that chopper spit Lil Dee in the trap, pop out, Glock out He'll k** 'em, I ain't lying, heard it from the horse mouth Can't walk through the Six, you a Brick, another route Hit a stain for the sh**, made it flip, another house Young n***a hood, but I'm trying to make it out Meanwhile, these guys trying to get clout Riding through the hood, we let 30s hang out And if he ain't Double-O then he can't hang out f** talking tough, n***a we can bang out It was raining out when my mom put me out But I don't understand what the net beef 'bout It's a drill in your hood so nobody hang out I ain't never heard 'bout a top-notch b**h Some raw little chick who ain't did no dicks So when I get a check, put ice on my wrist Got a whole lot of sh**, nothing for a b**h My name hold weight so n***as wanna kick Call up the lean man, need another six Get another stain then do another hit Slide on the O, get a yop, now I'm lit We don't tolerate b**h-ness Sneak diss bad for your fitness Let's get this, hit your block up, leave no witness 25 shots, that's Christmas Got a handful of n***as on hitlists I made this here for the b**hes And the snitches, and the lames Brick n***a, stay in your lane Only so long 'fore a n***a get changed All the opps wanna put dirt on my name I'm a still be the same, you can keep the change Ain't too many young n***as in the game That can say they ain't never been a motherf**ing lame I watched these n***as get b**hed by the gang It's levels to this sh**, man