Capital Steez - Last Straw lyrics

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Capital Steez - Last Straw lyrics

[Verse 1: SMTH] Now what y'all wanna do Wanna be, centamese Smitty Corleone on his Steez Grinding all week, same sh** on the weekend If life is a pool then I'm jumping off the deep end Peep my back stroke, hit it till her back broke She gave me head lock, make that kitty cat choke Shawty I'm the man, more dapper then Dan Say my name twice like Duran Duran The law of the land, got the world through my hands Tony Montana, no coke, just rhyming grammar Dodging the slammer, they say I'm guilty by my skin tone But I've never been to jail, yea I've been home Non-authentic, y'all been cloned, no maid lays a plate, play kid I've been grown Now let me demonstrate, I've never been afraid Man you f**ing with a renegade I'm eons beyond whatever you rather be on Smoother than Billy D, yea I'm cooler than Freon I'm major,these perpetrators are about to get exposed Contemplating on what the ? a rhythm to my soul Let them know please somebody let them know You going against the grain, boo that's the wrong way to go I'm too legit to quit, we ain't moving on the same route For my units in the mix,, wear you better stay out Any issue my riders will come and get you My clique is official, they never tickle They breaking bone bristles I hear a lot of talking when I turn my back But when I turned around, they don't say jack U better just lay flat, we don't ask we just take that Know some k**as that will k** you for 8 stacks Mentality of a run away salve, we alive but we digging our own grave [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] I said hats off and let this be the last straw I'm sick and tired of having to sneak in through the back door Scratch that I'm sick of tired of being sick of tired How you not going to give me mine, every time I rip a line I haven't seen the limelight, in a right mind Rappers base their careers off of white lies A ghost writer been why he so nice And the time he spit some of his lines it's no concept Your not sick you're looking for a day off And I'm losing sight of the game, call me Ray Charles Got me thinking i should try to go AWOL And randomly slide into first so lets play ball I stand ready with a Louisville Slugger And a great amount of courage that few could still muster Cause I'm nice, and I was poised to shine Grab ur aviator shades keep your pupils still covered People still love it, cause I'm showing differences The difference is when it spit I'm actually making sense Stay synonymous to syllabic lyricists Looking for radio play and then making hits Non-conformity what all of you conforming to Your fan base is screaming d**h of the auto tune I would form crowds if I was inaudible And rap losing out, so I choose to applaud the few Who stay part of it, didn't become narcissists That beef about cars, whips and insufficient arguments I order these celebrities who are pouring cries And probably get their lines from a starter kit to get the bars to spit Super heroes with drape capes and face paints Putting stars in check, fake Bapes Grab your AKs, we're looking for some weight slaves When we drop we bring the dynamite, JJ I been here to provide them facts But you like sing-a-longs and campfire raps The difference between you and I is that I can rap and I don't brag about designer bags Besides the fact that these guys are whack It took me 15 minutes just to write this track Tell me how you liking that, b**h

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