Lyrics
Yeah
(Hi Captain)
God damn Cap
Come on man
Ayo tell me this
Tell me this tell me this
(I swear to God)
Look
Like how you hating on the boy
Made my own lane
I'm just tryna make a band Johnny Coltrane
Turn a hater to a fan from this propane
Coulda made this whole thang up
But used my own name
Thorb here if I stop then it's your year
I just loaded up a mag if you hear me the Forbes near
And I don't even got a girl
But it's spooky that yours here ain't it
Oh you ain't get the picture homie lemme paint huh
I got
What the rest do not
Y'all could play with the boy but it's best you not
Graduated but a dude that they don't test a lot
With them tunes that'll bless the block
Like whatchu need cause
I got
What the rest do not
Y'all could play with the boy but it's best you not
Graduated but a dude that they don't test a lot
With them tunes that'll bless the block
Like whatchu need cause
I got it all but see it all don't last
So imma ball 'fore I fill my glass
Got some business to handle
Born a lion yet they treat me like dandle
Got New York on my back I feel like Julius Randle
That's a fact
A big one I leave the gig done
When I spit I'm Isaac Newton and not the fig one huh
Back on my bully get the locker ready
Hard to copy when you cant mock a Mockaveli
I got
What the rest do not
Y'all could play with the boy but it's best you not
Graduated but a dude that they don't test a lot
With them tunes that'll bless the block
Like whatchu need cause
I got
What the rest do not
Y'all could play with the boy but it's best you not
Graduated but a dude that they don't test a lot
With them tunes that'll bless the block