Capital C - Capablanca lyrics

[Verse One] They said don't get high on Ya own supply But guess what I'm high as f** I over dose on that strong sh** And my afterlife said it ain't good enough I'll call your bluff like a poker table Not saying I'mma f** you up But I know n***as that don't think much When that drama rise It's homicide There at where you reside To shoot 9s I ain't a Gangsta but I know some Grab the Trees and I roll some Granddaddy Purp you the grandson 100 grand with these bars and sh** 100 grams to see stars and sh** Miss daisy in the car and sh** I'm always down to drive that whip Like I'm racist Boy I got the bars just face it n***as like broken cams cause they can't Take it The number one spot is vacant And I tell the truth like a b**h that's naked Adjacent or are you jaded You stole Ya bars So how can you make it I ain't hating I'm just saying If you bringing home the bacon Get it shaking Imma need two grams for the wake and Baking All my n***as high But what I realize Is that n***as don't got the drive And them n***as still won't ride [Hook] We live in a life filled of sin Either you moved around or you just move in And I got the fans moving When I'm putting out the music You n***as know who it is We be living positive Y'all be doing the opposite Gotta move I cannot sit Tell me now who is sick Let the choice be made by ya b**h It's Capablanca with a bag filled with ganja Bumping Frank Sinatra n***as peep the entendre [Verse Two] Ok they said they love you but the really Don't I Ain't fresh to d**h I'm bad to the bone Got lyrics in every single chromosome Think about sh** inside my dome Everytime I'm left alone It's my life worry about your own And if I blow don't blow up my phone Or you'll get ignore i don't f** with y'all no More Everytime I left it open yall f**as will shut The door Yes it rain yes it pour But it won't stop me doing more It won't stop me from getting Mt. Rushmore Been this way since soph*more Don't try to fit in if its not your size Cause when gets real you'll realize That's women lie and men lie You only got yourself on Ya side A fake image is where they hide These n***as got no pride These n***as don't know me Had to hit em with the oldies I been working with kruize I just seen Recc recently But can yall have the decently To leave me the f** alone Cause I got a identity And y'all can't seem to get yall own [Hook] We live in a life filled of sin Either you moved around or you just move in And I got the fans moving When I'm putting out the music You n***as know who it is We be living positive Y'all be doing the opposite Gotta move I cannot sit Tell me now who is sick Let the choice be made by ya b**h It's Capablanca with a bag filled with ganja Bumping Frank Sinatra n***as peep the entendre [Verse Three] But I'm like back up If a Motherf**a act up I don't gotta call for backup We just gonna load that ACT up And we just gonna load that Mac up Like you got hit with a mac truck You fake f**s ain't Kanye Y'all n***as ain't good enough Y'all n***as is good for what? Bullsh**ting and wasting time Penny for your thoughts I got that money on my mind I'm in my prime like ribs n***a Always tell it how it is Peace love and positive n***a Either way someone will rock with it I ain't Jay Z I don't rock with it Rock the boat And that sh** will tip Then you again you broke as sh** So that bar there you can just forget Sorry if the weed is too loud Sorry if my peoples too proud Writing like a got a pen pal Capablanca going all around Drop the EP and the mixtape I'm pretty sure somebody will hate Doing this comments like backspace The sh** they say I just erase I'm at home plate I got a home run I'm too fired You n***as done Like the ghetto I want the Sums Everybody put your lighter up [Hook] We live in a life filled of sin Either you moved around or you just move in And I got the fans moving When I'm putting out the music You n***as know who it is We be living positive Y'all be doing the opposite Gotta move I cannot sit Tell me now who is sick Let the choice be made by ya b**h It's Capablanca with a bag filled with ganja Bumping Frank Sinatra n***as peep the entendre