Cruisin down main street
Exit 30 east
finna grab some green downtown
wit a lil treat
got yo baby next to me
really she been stressin g 
but imma real player 
and she say she want a MVP

All these hoes keep calling me
I guess I got a following
Imma keep it player
my favorites do the swallowing
roll me up another
shit my momma be callin me
baby be quite don't need to hear ya hollering

purrin like a v8
sorry imma cheapskate
I know she love me
she hit me up everyday
only fuck wit my way
120 on the highway
eyes a little bloodshot
can't pull in the driveway

foreign cars foreign girls
my main bitch made in france
Raf Simmons jeans when she unbuttons my pants
and I tell em all the time
but I don't need friends
only Andrew and Ben
i'm talking dead presidents
(hold up)

I catch the bitch like Randy Moss
but ion need her
tell the bums I'll pass
fuck a feature
and his baby momma
already done seen her
I was up in New York
gettin treated Derek Jeter

they run it back
and run it back
and throw it back again
I could hit once 
you see that ass???
I had to tap again
they hate me for my flavor
cause they know I don't pretened
I get it now
I get it later 
I ain't stressin it

From the D north of H
i'm talking Dallas shit
his bitch ring me everyday
I'm tryna balance it
might cut her off I'm straight
got another bitch
really on that finer shit
only rock designer shit

killing beats
I don't really fuck wit homis
to be honest
I already got to many bodies
ask lil momma
she steady suck me sloppy
stealing BOYS girls
bout my only fucking hobby

blast off shit we finna hit the moon
straight Za what i'm smokin in the booth
act raw and shit I could too
but all these bitchs nasty imma stick wit the crew

always winnin
good livin
laid back
wit yo bitch in the kitchen
I stay grinnin
cause the weed stay pimpin
now I'm tryna see that ass
on them fresh made linens

counting dividends
watch the roulette
spin again
smokin on cigars
of course we smokin russians man
I ain't wit the play pretend
this my year its heaven sent
cause all the baddies know
Juno's hot and you're irrelevant! 

For the hell of it
I do it for the hell of it
smokin on white ash
to get sedated
talkin Cali shit
check my balance shit
love direct deposit bitch
outta get yo wallet fixed
no wonder you ain't got a bitch

two G's
Gucci
wit the snake on it
shit I came a long way
put respect on it
Big Bank
Loud Rank
got these bitchs on me
Imma hit it one night
pass it on to homie

For The Hell of It (prod. Dextah)

[Hook- Juno]
I got doubters
People hating
I got doubters
People faking
I got doubters
Don’t be mistaken
I got doubters
Lord please take me
(Here we go)
[Verse one Juno]
Yea I’m trapped in the mind of a prodigal son
Blowin so much cash cause the shit just fun 
I’ve been going round I’ve been on the run
From all these Deamons I can’t pick one

Wanna get loose but I can’t waste time
Gotta get all these thoughts out my mind
The little shit hurts but it stays sublime
Builds up real quick don’t loose yo mind

So what
Is you head straight
What you need a
Band aid
Grow the fuck up
Stop acting 
like Ray Jay
What you man say
He don’t wanna play
Ballin top tier
Ain’t ever been another way
bitch Call me Floyd
Im feeling undefeated
Theres a reason she my X 
Call it number deleted
Shit call me Brady
Win back to back seasons 
Can’t be stopped 
And they won’t believe it

[Hook Juno]
I got doubters
People hating
I got doubters
People faking
I got doubters
Don’t be mistaken
I got doubters
Lord please take me

[Verse two Juno]
Wait for me to slip up
Breathing thru the hiccups
Gotta keep my head up
Why I’m in the clouds bruh
Why they ain’t around bruh
Why they look down bruh
Because I shut em down duh
King where my crown sir
Let in fuck a bouncer
VIP the voucher
Shawty think she down yuh
But she tryna clown ya
So don’t be mistaken
These hoes stay playin
When I cross em up
See which ones betraying

Cause they can’t sweat me
Deans list don’t test me
Ain’t got time for 
a bitch named Lexie
Or any other sorry hoes
Tryna text me
Hit one time
Then off to the next piece

Couldn’t be stopped
When they blocked my lane
Kicked out of high school
My claim to fame
Try and box me out
I’ll smash the pane
Tell em Lil white boy
Ball like king James 

[Hook Juno]
I got doubters
People hating
I got doubters
People faking
I got doubters
Don’t be mistaken
I got doubters
Lord please take me

[Verse three Groove]

Wait- Aw, man 
Did Groove drop in and then fuck your flow up? 
Ha, well bitch I ain’t sorry.
I kill a beat like a knife in your body.
Keep it surreal like I’m Salvador Dalí. (Yah, Yah)
Slingin’ the bars- please do not copy (please do not copy).
Hoe in my car give me the sloppy (give me the sloppy)
You call me Groove, well she call me Papi.
I wax on her pussy like Mr. Miyagi (Yeah).

When I get that funk I turn it to a profit (Turn it to a bank).
Live fast, die young, that’s your only option (That’s your only rank).
Me and Lil Juno blowin’ up- we can’t stop it.
(Run it!)
Little too dry on a beat so I hopped in. 
(Alright!)
Yeah we got doubters, but what are they at this point? (Yuh)
I just let them talk to the rollie on the wrist, boy. (Yuh, yuh)
You just wanna lock down the only hoe that kiss you, boy. (Ooh)
That’s a real talk- that’s a real analysis boy. 

Juno you lucky I ain’t charge for a feature.
Shit like this gon’ cost you in the future.
Sure we homies now, yeah, but business comes first and right about now I’m extendin’ on the verse. 
Time to pack up, hey I’ll catch you next time.
Don’t be sad, I just gotta get mine.
You can find me if you look in the sky.
I’ll be on the next flight.
You can wave “bye-bye”.

Prodigal Son feat. Groove (Prod. Cartel 89)

Young Capone
Did it on ya own
Been underground
But this shit abouta blow
(Lighter click x2)
All I do is toke
Roll it up
And burn it homie
All I want is smoke
Who’s bitch
I don’t really know
I ain’t wit the questions
Tell em get ya ass gone
New whip
New phone
Brand new bag
Bust a nut then I’m gone

Young Capone (yea yea)
Of patron (yea yea)
Slick back
H hat
Rolling Stoned (yea yea)
I ain’t trippin on a bitch
Needa loan (that’s facts)
I don’t really talk
I’m always on the phone (why’s that)
Imma make a band stack
Multiply
Game stop smashed that
American pie
Throw some ones up
So she tryna ride
I got my funds up
So I usually decline 
I wear a white tee
I ain’t got no flavor
She saying wife me
I ain’t even date her
Her man don’t like me
That’s why I’ll see her later
She only like me
Cause her mans behavior
Why you see me in her phone
Big playa
Why I double right back
Savin it for later
Like to see that ass clap
Shawty got it made shit
Watch her drop it to the floor
Damn she shake the pavement

Young Capone
Did it on ya own
Been underground
But this shit abouta blow
(Lighter click x2)
All I do is toke
Roll it up
And burn it
Homie all I want is smoke
Who’s bitch
I don’t really know
I ain’t wit the questions
Tell em get ya ass gone
New whip
New phone
Brand new bag
Bust a nut then I’m gone

On my Capone shit
Did it on my own shit
Never take shit
Make it in a day bitch
Livin dangerous
10k on arrangements
Broke boys savings
Spent it on a chain bitch
And shit
Its all on me
Break the fucking bank
Shout out GME
Let brodie know
The feature ain’t free
Half a rack up front
Or number delete
Young Capone
You ain’t know
When his bitch around
She never say no
I just fuck around
And Shaq a free throw
To drunk wit it
Gotta plan b tho
I ain’t want his main bitch
She a hoe
She let other homie hit it
In the back door
All I do is talk shit
Then I go
I ain’t even gotta try 
Cause her man do the most😉

Young Capone (prod. cultxre)

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