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Caps - KMurdock Music Group
Yeah
Rest in peace to the homie
I know I look a little crazy right now
Let me explain the terminology
Check
I told the neighborhood I'm about to reload
They think I'm locking in the beast mode
Cracking the code to get revenge
Cuz my brother got put in a box
So when I say I'm strapped
They terrified of the glocks
I walk around with a baggy looking grim and intense
I tell the neighbors I'm about to jump the perimeter fence
And blast off
Now they dialing the feds on the phone
He's got a weapon, he's violent, and he's home all alone
I ain't violent, I'm vibrant
I'm trying to find where the sky went
They think I'm silencing ops
Nah I'm just seeking the silence
I told my landlord I'm finna take a shot at the king
He ducked down
I meant I'm eating the stem in the ring
I'm talking fungal infection
Not a lethal injection
I need a mental correction
Not a weapon selection
But my delivery's aggressive
So they miss the intent
I'm paying homage to the dead
Not trying to get some in
I'm popping caps
But I ain't talking about the brass
I'm talking about the fungus growing in the grass
Everybody ducking down when I reach in the sack
They think I'm pulling out a Nina or a Mac
I'm popping caps
To get my mental back in line
I'm chewing on the magic trying to redefine
The concept of a grief that's heavy on the spine
I'm popping caps man the psychedelic kind
I'm sweating bullets wait
Bad choice of words for the verse
I'm sweating toxins
Feeling like I'm breaking the curse
My eyes dilated wide
Looking black as a pit
So when I stare at people
Yeah I scare them a bit
I walked inside the corner store to get me a drink
I told the clerk I'm about to lose it
Pushed to the brink
I'm fully loaded
Then I tapped on my chest and I grinned
He hit the panic button
Thought that he had tragically sinned
I meant I'm loaded on psilocybin
Point five grams
He think I'm sliding like I'm doing it for Instagram cams
I'm seeing traces
He seeing a potential assault
I'm dissolving my ego
He's opening up the vault
Take the money
Bro, I only wanted tea and a snack
I'm trying to navigate the cosmos
Not attack
But when you're grieving and you're twitching
And you're talking that slang
People assume you're strictly talking about the bank
I'm popping caps
But I ain't talking about the brass
I'm talking about the fungus growing in the grass
Everybody ducking down when I reach in the sack
They think I'm pulling out a Nina or a Mac
I'm popping caps
To get my mental back in line
I'm chewing on the magic trying to redefine
The concept of a grief that's heavy on the spine
I'm popping caps man the psychedelic kind
I see a man
On the edge
They think I'm standing on the ledge with a sledge
And I'm ready to do damage to the concrete
Now I'm just tripping while I'm staring at my own feet
If I say I'm finna shoot
I mean shoot for the stars
If I say I'm seeing red
That's just the planet Mars
So put the phone down lady
Ain't no danger in here
Unless you're scared of facing existential fear
Yeah
Yeah
