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Locked In, No Cap lyrics
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Intro
Bzz, clink, click. 305 rain on a cracked phone glass. mBaileyz. Locked in.
Verse 1
2:17, corner store light still blinkin’ Rent on the fridge, sink got a slow drip tickin’ Timeline screamin’, everybody got opinions Same ones loud got the cash app missin’ 954 tag on the toll road plate Port cranes blue where the night ships wait They rage bait, I stay straight, no chat Everybody loud online, quiet when the rent due, facts
Pre-chorus
I don’t type when the pressure get thick I don’t fold when the group chat flip I don’t bark for a clip, I don’t beg for a clap I put dirt on my name, then I walk on that
Chorus
Locked in, no cap Don’t crash, don’t fold Ten toes, all black Still cold, still go Locked in, no cap Don’t crash, don’t fold Talk big, check stats Real life, no post
Verse 2
Receipt in my pocket with the grease stain corner Four missed calls from a fake supporter Everybody based till the bill come due Everybody solid till the room choose you I seen W turn L by noon I seen love go ghost in a blue-lit room They want smoke in the comments, none in the street I keep mine low, let the bassline speak
Pre-chorus
I don’t type when the pressure get thick I don’t fold when the group chat flip I don’t bark for a clip, I don’t beg for a clap I put dirt on my name, then I walk on that
Chorus
Locked in, no cap Don’t crash, don’t fold Ten toes, all black Still cold, still go Locked in, no cap Don’t crash, don’t fold Talk big, check stats Real life, no post
Verse 3
Rain on the windshield, wipers off beat Gas light on, still made it OD Old head told me, “keep count, not noise” So I count small bills with a big calm voice They say crash out, I say cash out slow They say prove it, I say watch how it grow No fake flex, just a locked jaw grin If the door got rust, kick truth right in
Verse 4
Back hallway smell like bleach and smoke Elevator stuck, but the rent ain’t broke Policy letter in a white tray folded Three red stamps and a name misspelled That’s why I move like a safe with legs That’s why I pray, then I scrape my bread Based ain’t loud, based stand still When the whole net jump, I don’t chase that thrill
Pre-chorus
I don’t type when the pressure get thick I don’t fold when the group chat flip I don’t bark for a clip, I don’t beg for a clap I put dirt on my name, then I walk on that
Chorus
Locked in, no cap Don’t crash, don’t fold Ten toes, all black Still cold, still go Locked in, no cap Don’t crash, don’t fold Talk big, check stats Real life, no post
Verse 5
Last bus hiss by the pawn shop sign Gold tooth flash when the streetlight shine Mama said, “Boy, keep your peace on tight” So I don’t feed flames, I just eat my night Cracked phone buzz, but I don’t tap back World want rage, I give straight facts Hard stop coming, let the kick drum snap Locked in, no cap
Outro
Bzz, clink, click. No crash. No fold. Locked in.
Inside the recording
Bzz, clink, click. 305 rain on a cracked phone glass.
I don’t type when the pressure get thick I don’t fold when the group chat flip
Bzz, clink, click. No crash.
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