Separate Myself Intro

By L’A Capone

On Separate Myself

Released on November 1, 2013

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[Intro]

How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch? (What?)

Most these rap niggas on some ho shit

How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch? (What?)

Most these rap niggas on some ho shit (DJ Bandz!)

How goin' to school gone teach more shit

And the teacher said I wouldn't be shit?

Most these rap niggas on some ho shit (DJ Bandz, man, we mean business!)

How goin' to school gone teach more shit

(Had to separate myself from these fuck niggas, man)

And the teacher said I wouldn't be shit?

(Everything I do epic)

(LA talk to 'em, bro)


[Bridge]

L'A Capone speakin', man (Stack or Starve, nigga)

Team 600

You know we mean the mothafuckin' business, man, and I'm in the Chiraq, man

Shoutout that boy DJ Bandz, man, salute, salute, we be in the building

Niggas know how I'm comin', man

You know, I just gotta separate myself, man

From all this fufu shit (Already know, man)

It's a lot of fufu shit goin' on 'round here, kid

(How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch?)

You hear me?


[Verse 1]

How you leave your mans dead for a broke bitch? (What?)

Most these rap niggas on some ho shit (Get outta here)

How goin' to school gone teach more shit

And the teacher said I wouldn't be shit? (She lied)

I guess I'm just stuck on that street shit

Niggas mad cause we ball on that Heat shit

And everyday, I pop out on some flee shit

I love designer, that's me, shit

How you talkin' to hoes 'bout bronem

Why you talkin' to hoes 'bout bronem

Pillow-talkin', we gotta expose him (Haha)

If he got them oz, then we poke him

L'A too real, you can't clone him

You ain't talkin' no bands, then don't phone him (Don't be call me, shit)

Two-tone chrome under the True shirt

Try to go on a date and get your boo hurt

I don't like no dramatic bitch

So I just separate myself from shit

If you post up, I hope you brought your kit

Cause I'm woundin' cats when that chopper spit

Lil Dee in the trap, pop out, Glock out

He'll kill 'em, I ain't lyin', heard it from the horse mouth

Can't walk through the Six, you a Brick, another route

Hit a stain for the shit, made it flip, another house

Young nigga hood, but I'm tryna make it out

Meanwhile, these guys tryin' to get clout

Ridin' through the hood, we let 30s hang out

And if he ain't Double-O then he can't hang out (6 double O)

Fuck talkin' tough, nigga, we can bang out

It was rainin' out when my mom put me out (That shit fucked up)

But I don't understand what the net beef 'bout

It's a drill in your hood so nobody hang out (Pow pow)

I ain't never heard 'bout a top-notch bitch

Some raw little chick who ain't did no dick

So when I get a check, put ice on my wrist

Got a whole lot of shit, none for a bitch

My name hold weight so niggas wanna kick

Call up the lean man, need another six (Leanin')

Hit another stain then do another hit

Slide on the O, get a yop, now I'm lit


[Bridge]

Hahah, I be high as fuck, man

That shit crazy

Niggas know how I'm comin'

Squad, sqaud, squad

Ha


[Verse 2]

We don't tolerate bitch-ness (Nah)

Sneak diss bad for your fitness

Better get this, hit your block up, leave no witness

25 shots, that's Christmas (Merry Christmas)

Got a handful of niggas on hitlists

I made this here for the bitches

And the snitches, and the lames (Lames, lames, lames, lames)

Brick nigga, stay in your lane

Only so long 'fore a nigga get changed

All the opps wanna put dirt on my name

I'ma still be the same (Niggas know how I rock)

You can keep the change

Ain't too many young niggas in the game that can say they ain't never been a motherfuckin' lame (I know you niggas, man)

I watched these niggas get bitched by the gang

It's levels to this shit, mane


[Outro]

6-O, haha, bang

Yeah, man (Squad)

Free D-rose (Squad, squad, squad, squad)

Numbanine, what up, bro? (What up, bro?)

Free all them niggas, man (Free the guys, man)

Cdai, what up, bro? (Squad, squad, squad)

Free Lil-Dee (Let's get it, squad, let's get it)