Swade - Ca**ius lyrics

Verse 1: In real life I might be missing a screw Young swade not conditioned to lose They wanna tell you how to think Who to be, who to love, how to dress But I'm still in a position to choose I paid dues I'm the young black Rambo Tell me where I can't go And Ion tap dance Nah I never been a sambo Youngin gotta get it So I'm headed to the 50yd Line Cause that's where all the bands go Yelling swade They ain't talking bout the fabric It's all grade A, B We ain't seeing average If yeen seen me Then yeen seen a savage Prince among thieves Like Aladdin I'm dabbin (Woo) Who you know that's bringin all the pa**ion Got it out the clay Like my first name ca**ius Wanna make a play Then you gotta do it drastic You preaching to the choir I'm just preaching what I practice (Woo) I don't see the point in being pa**ive If I take a L I bounce back like elastic Youngins living scared And I swear it's so tragic Why you so unenthusiastic It's backwards All i really know is I get better with time Tryna hit ya top 5 Talking dead or alive I ain't even started running I'm just getting my stride Friend or foe Boy you better decide Ahhh Lawd Hook: Got it out the clay Now I'm feeling like ca**ius Now I'm feeling ca**ius In our own lane Ion think they gon catch us Ion think they gon catch us Got it out the clay Now I'm feeling like ca**ius Oh no, oh no, oh no I don't think they gon catch us (4x) Verse 2: Hate it or love it I'm that underdog now

Black and militant They want me under dog pounds Young swade Got me hopping off that undercard now Top billing for the shillings Kurt I done touched down I done Came up With the same crew What the question is No you'll never stop the drive You too pedestrian Why ya face so long It look equestrian Born to play my role But i ain't never been a thespian Roll up on my homie L like What the lick read? Catch me out in Tampa With the Lightning Call it blitzkrieg I been painting pictures 15 writing sisteens Penny with the magic Always knew I had that Siegfried AhUgh Now who you know that's more thorough Came from the south but spit it like the 5 boroughs Youngins get intense I swear they hate my intestines They mad But I'm chilling in salem's eating gyro Sick of being good boy I'm Ready for great Play me a track I promise that I'm ready to skate All these rappers that be lying They can die in my wake They fugaze But I'm two days ahead of the fake All I really know is I get better with time I'm florida's natural This juice here is better than wine We just living for the truth That's a better design I been feeling I was destined to shine Ahh Lawd Hook: Got it out the clay Now I'm feeling like ca**ius Now I'm feeling ca**ius In our own lane Ion think they gon catch us Ion think they gon catch us Got it out the clay Now I'm feeling like ca**ius Oh no, oh no, oh no I don't think they gon catch us (4x)