NO Cap

Late nights, tryna make these plans work Came up rough, had stains on my Vans shirt Now it’s foreign plates when I swerve on the backstreets Used to move packs, now it’s plaques if you ask me Young boy, had dreams of the big league Now they rate me, same ones that dissed me Did it on my own, no handouts, trust that Now I make racks off a verse, that’s a fun fact Mum stressed, bills high, had to change that I was outside where it’s cold, where the rain’s at Now it’s flights OT, bags full of pink notes Came from the block where the real and the fake close I can’t lose, got too much to prove Bro caught a case, gotta pay for his dues Life too mad, but I stay composed I was broke back then, but I never lost hope (Chorus) I came from the bottom, that’s pain, no cap Had to grind hard, now the duffle bag’s fat They wanna talk tough, but they don’t know facts Had to make moves, I ain’t never look back I came from the bottom, that’s pain, no cap Had to grind hard, now the duffle bag’s fat They wanna talk tough, but they don’t know facts Had to make moves, I ain’t never look back (Verse 2) Heart cold, can’t trust no soul