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[Intro: Capo Lee] (Atilla on the track) Listen Capo Some Unlocked shit, man I swear Running to the mula I'll be running to the guap I'll be running to the money Hey, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Capo Lee] Nothing ain't changed, see me grinding in the flats Dreams of a millionaire breaking down a pack Shots from the front had him running out the back Hit him with the pow, pow, execute a rat I'll be running to that mula, running to that mula I'll be running to that mula, running to that mula I'll be running to that mula, running to that mula I'll be running to that mula, running to that mula I'll be running, running [Verse 1: Capo Lee] Yeah, trap boy in the game, that's me Same place where I grind like Money in my hand everyday Scrunch it up and I'm making a wish I touch down and I'm raising hell I took the path and didn't look back That's hard work but he didn't want none I make the grind look fun No trim, I've got a trapping 'fro You don't know about a trapping flow Too many fed, man trap and go I've got a show, then I'm back involved No food, man are acting loads I come through with an active load No breaks when I'm chasing goals I need money right now, that's facts You've got plans? More dough? Let's get it It's not that, saw your text and read it All the young boys holding tools You can't make that call if you ain't got credit I know about trap and scales I don't know about 419 Active bails Black gloves on, bruk man down Cuh life's kind of mad Gotta know where you're rolling Gotta know who you're speaking to Gotta know who you're phoning I saw music money last year Believe me that I'm grateful I keep to myself more time Cuh bare MCs are too hateful [Chorus: Capo Lee] Nothing ain't changed, see me grinding in the flats Dreams of a millionaire breaking down a pack Shots from the front had him running out the back Hit him with the pow, pow, execute a rat I'll be running to that mula, running to that mula I'll be running to that mula, running to that mula I'll be running to that mula, running to that mula I'll be running to that mula, running to that mula I'll be running, running [Verse 2: P Money] I was gang before it was cool to say gang, let me tell you about man Seventeen years old, came up with a plan Serve man food knowing it's bland On the way home, laughing at man He said he'll remember man Oi, fuck your memory, fam I've got a MAC with serious ram Push big whips like pram Now chicks wanna link and hang 'Cause her friend told her how low it hangs Got dick that will touch her glands Told me she had a man (so?) Used to make money in a ban(do) Now I make money like bands (dough) Leave banks with money in bands (whoa) Never did pots and pans But I still got dirty hands Used to set up the lights and fans Now I've got my name in lights and fans About "let's do a tune, fam" Stop that, what'd you mean, fam? Got adlibs, now you think you're gang (What?) Brap, top lip panned Still turn up with gang Still turn up when you jam One badman born in April Another badman born in Jan Go ahead, call your main man Man don't care if he's wham I ain't getting out the car, are you mad? [Chorus: Capo Lee] Nothing ain't changed, see me grinding in the flats Dreams of a millionaire breaking down a pack Shots from the front had him running out the back Hit him with the pow, pow, execute a rat I'll be running to that mula, running to that mula I'll be running to that mula, running to that mula I'll be running to that mula, running to that mula I'll be running to that mula, running to that mula I'll be running, running
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