Bruce Leekix - Cab Fare lyrics

[Produced by Bruce LeeKix] [Verse 1: Capital STEEZ] Locked down, got the game in shackles This some new sh** from the same old a**hole The cash flow with the track though Son had to step it up just to raise the stat quo I'm tellin' 'em I might go bonkers If my mind ponders from hydroponics, two words: psycho, pompous But the world doesn't know what a psychopomp is They still can't explain why birds fly I can tell when words lie to my third eye Tryin' to get rich off a single then you blinded Dumb n***as so one track minded I tried to be a nice guy But stars only come alive in the night sky f** a limelight, I already shine bright And we all wanna pizza the pie, right? But I'm just tryin' to better my team while gettin' some green It's the American dream But this is America, not a miracle So it can't be as good as it seems I lost all hope in civil service I ain't even end up on this mic on purpose The ringleader of the nitro circus The real freak-show, so at night you'll surface [Verse 2: CJ Fly] Either they tell him he's really cool or they ridicule Silly fools The pros been dreaming big since middle school k**in' 'em all not because it's our job But just to feel involved Break these bricks down 'til the ceilin' fall f** that, we gon' raise the roof Choppin' trees and clippin' bud, it's in our roots Tell you the truth I'm tryin' to feel in the glutes Know that I ain't playin' when I tell you give me the loot I been big pimpin' ever since an infant You're a sistren, so I ain't advocating incest Gave her some now she can't get enough I know it's s**s, baby you know you want me like a sippy cup Pops used to pick me up in his pickup truck I got one shot so I'mma hit it like a sittin' duck The reload, I just want you to be loved Just know I'm tryin' to hit it like C-notes So take a cab to our crib, but know I ain't payin' for your sh** You better see if you could get a lift Girl I'm throwin' game at you if you catch my drift And if I pick you up then miss You don't give me no a**, better pitch in on gas And maybe you can crash at my crib We could f** then act like it was an accident [Verse 3: Chuck Strangers] They say Chuck a stranger, how man, everybody know me We tryin' to get paid, me and all of my homies So we devised a plan to get these grams Hoppin' out, guns out, face painted, on some dead president sh** Growin' up that was my favorite flick Taught me to keep my black a** out the white man's army and sh** Nowadays we spend money on Jays Quarter bags of haze and fine light-skinned honeys that blaze Wakin' up, the sun's grazing my face No more standing in place, gotta keep this sh** movin' If you brick, dog, keep shootin', you gon' get it all net And if you don't then stay out, man, 'til that sun set Two seven's what I'm reppin', fresh Jordan's what I step in She said, ask a question, I'm that n***a she be neckin' J is too f**in' dope, never f**in' come in second, she said "Wait a second," I said, "Time is money and money is time" Unless your head game dope, then sweetie you wastin' both Shout out to n***as that I used to chill with Man I miss my dogs on some Michael Vick sh** Letters on your door, b**h n***as get evicted My down chick rollin' swishas These ain't raps, n***a, they motion pictures