[Verse: Captaincy]
Feel like I been waiting forever, let's celebrate
Feeling great, started back in seventh grade
Hella late to cla** with no pa** in detention I penned raps
In my notepad and I never changed
On my grind everyday
Mary Jane on my brain to be sane I'm a strange dude
You could hate but I'm glad that I ain't you
When you see me break through tell them boys make room
I take shrooms 'til I escape womb and I can feel space move
Heart synched to the ba** boom
Unghhh
Black Babe Ruth back to The Bay soon
And I stay smooth
I remain on my Griz with a view of the city with a spliff
While I'm handling my biz can't refuse it
And I'm oozing this music, your new sh** is sewage water
Body fluid, not amused b**h, I'm cooler than a Otter Pop (dripping)
Mazel Tov to my Jews, n***a all of yall
Start a Soul Train
In my own lane
Cap with that Coke and that's word to my code name
And I do it for The Bay and that won't change
We some Raiders and Rebels wrecking the home base
Raising hell when we away call it road rage, roll tape
I can't control fate but I hold faith in a tight grip
Yeah, I got my head up in the clouds and I like it
Future so bright I probably blind my psychic
Man I'm so high I can't find my eyelids
Make your girl wanna be my side kick
If I didn't rap I'd probably be a pirate or a pilot
Either way I'm still The Captain
I pop a couple pills so a n***a never crashing
But I'm still chilling on my back in Alaska, what's happening?
Bad habits
And Black Magic
All I got in my raggedy backpack
It's strapped tight and I'm walking fast
When I cross the street when the red hand's flashing
Unfashionably late like it's my party
But it is and I'm lit n***a I'm sorry
I'm the first black king of Narnia and all we really do is farm greens
And ya girl looking at me like a warm breeze
And I stiff arm, cause she smell like sardines
Eughh
What you doing n***a
Type of n***a probably spend his whole check on some True Religions
And this n***a got some J's on
When's the last time you saw this n***a play ball?
Huh?
Man that's why I make songs
Had to wait long but it really paid off
Right back where I wanna be
I popped a red pill now I'm living in the dream
Man I think I know who k**ed the Kennedys
The same one who k**ed the King in Tennessee
I think they wanna tie a anchor around my leg and put me in the middle of the sea
Yeah we getting deep
I'ma be what I wanna be, n***a who are you?
Call me Willy Wonk cause my stock going through the roof
Unghh