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Capacity Video (MV)




Performed By: Biddl3
Length: 2:44
Written by: Biddl3




Biddl3 - Capacity Lyrics
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I got it though, I ain't even trippin'
Yeah, aye
Feelin' frustrated I gotta make it
Recordin' the realest statements from the comfort of my basement
I'm lookin' at the game and lookin' at my placement
Something ain't addin' up, building blocks ain't stackin' up
I can't let go of the passion, it's too late for backin' up
Hard drive capacity nasty I never lack enough
I don't even sleep no more, so I put the mattress up
'Til moms ain't on her feet no more and her pockets fat as f*ck
And this one's for the hip-hop heads boy
Sayin' that the kids left hip-hop dead boy
Treat this like my jungle gym, got monkey bars for all of y'all
Spit that heat that make the women lose they tops like Mardi Gras
I'm hard to call, and you ain't gettin thru unless you partially law
Busy like a pre-med double major in the heart of fall
I go get the cheese, bread, pile it on top of Parmesan
'Til my niggas be well-fed and the whole squad is on
Yeah, y'all forgot who I was, like I was of them scrubs
Where's the love
A lot of people cut me deep, I just get back on my feet and get to clottin' the blood
And it ain't over 'til the overweight woman sing one last song
I'm gettin closer and closer and I'm just hopin' it don't take too long
Yeah, ain't nobody rhymin' like this
Timin' like this, got 'em all rewindin' and shit
They revising and shit, they see that I'm reviving this shit
I got that heat make people think, how I survive in this shit
And I'm climbin' ya list of whoever, what you do, I do better
It's never a problem to spit some shit that's under the weather
Or something that's clever, something that could stump you forever
Hand deliver the manual, you couldn't put it together, I'm HOT
I got a feelin' I'm on to, something special
I know what I'm facin', know I can take it
Know no stressin', know yo blessings
Flow so reckless, I go, no restin'
Every time you pop shit, it's so depressin'
Hold this lesson, is you finished or you done?
So when I pull up, it's no more questions
I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it, and I ain't gon stop until
This long-term investment is a hard-earned profit
You can see the passion in my eye ball sockets
Cuz it ain't over 'til the overweight woman sing one last song
I'm gettin closer and closer and I'm just hopin' it don't take too long
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I got it though, I ain't even trippin'
Yeah, aye
Feelin' frustrated I gotta make it
Recordin' the realest statements from the comfort of my basement
I'm lookin' at the game and lookin' at my placement
Something ain't addin' up, building blocks ain't stackin' up
I can't let go of the passion, it's too late for backin' up
Hard drive capacity nasty I never lack enough
I don't even sleep no more, so I put the mattress up
'Til moms ain't on her feet no more and her pockets fat as f*ck
And this one's for the hip-hop heads boy
Sayin' that the kids left hip-hop dead boy
Treat this like my jungle gym, got monkey bars for all of y'all
Spit that heat that make the women lose they tops like Mardi Gras
I'm hard to call, and you ain't gettin thru unless you partially law
Busy like a pre-med double major in the heart of fall
I go get the cheese, bread, pile it on top of Parmesan
'Til my niggas be well-fed and the whole squad is on
Yeah, y'all forgot who I was, like I was of them scrubs
Where's the love
A lot of people cut me deep, I just get back on my feet and get to clottin' the blood
And it ain't over 'til the overweight woman sing one last song
I'm gettin closer and closer and I'm just hopin' it don't take too long
Yeah, ain't nobody rhymin' like this
Timin' like this, got 'em all rewindin' and shit
They revising and shit, they see that I'm reviving this shit
I got that heat make people think, how I survive in this shit
And I'm climbin' ya list of whoever, what you do, I do better
It's never a problem to spit some shit that's under the weather
Or something that's clever, something that could stump you forever
Hand deliver the manual, you couldn't put it together, I'm HOT
I got a feelin' I'm on to, something special
I know what I'm facin', know I can take it
Know no stressin', know yo blessings
Flow so reckless, I go, no restin'
Every time you pop shit, it's so depressin'
Hold this lesson, is you finished or you done?
So when I pull up, it's no more questions
I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it, and I ain't gon stop until
This long-term investment is a hard-earned profit
You can see the passion in my eye ball sockets
Cuz it ain't over 'til the overweight woman sing one last song
I'm gettin closer and closer and I'm just hopin' it don't take too long
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Writer: Biddl3
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