Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Swank Sinatra lyrics

[Verse 1: Dyme-A-Duzin] Difference between me and you You think you should have it and I deserve it Dwelling on the past and I'm in the lab working Never spoke to God in the hood, there's bad service But I guess I got bars cause he sending 'em for certain Swa*ky Sin, got critics questioning what lane he in I'm just turning crowds into stadiums Pounds, I be blazin' the haze when I listen to Waves On the road searching for stones like Jackie and Jade [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] Ain't sh** fly unless I rock it High like drop kicks in co*kpits Red Eye fly sh** holding chop sticks, split cheese with monsters Switching keys in partures, ain't pick a decent sponsor But bet I'll still archer, yo Dymez, I got them Slow ride through Gotham, the villandry black like I'm Gothic I be in the lab spitting topics Mixing toxics 'til the prophet's pockets profit Or 'til I get boxed in [Verse 3: Capital STEEZ] T-shirt from Polo, the rebirth of YOLO If I'm trying to find a Pro though all I got to do is yodel Steaming on the low, got have me dreaming like a mogul The humidity is k**ing me, I call that the ozone Capital Swa*k, finally had the cash up in the bank So the snakes want to ask me if I'm great We laughing in your face cause rap was a mistake When the entrees came, they almost had me eating steak [Verse 4: CJ Fly] This hip-hop with a fly feel You'll be dead if you lie still, it's all about what you choose To do, buy steal Hoods n***as like grim reapers They soul takers, black hoodie bone breakers Put you to sleep, then you won't wake up, I mean, you could go From weight rooms to waiting rooms, be armed or curl up When that piece to your chest, so make your move, no April Fools I just say the truth, gonna be a vacant tomb If you break the rules [Verse 5: Joey Bada$$] My gift is my curse if I lift it I burst But f** arms, I do enough harm when I'm kicking a verse I heard n***as went missing, where the dirt is when you surface? What you mean I ain't earn this? They ask for my service Emotions in his flow caught a wave, now he surfin' But notice these demons and serpents be lurkin' It's urgent, still a rebel, f** school, burn sh** Don't ask him to pull up his pants up, it irks him [Verse 6: Dyme-A-Duzin] Til I die of an overdose of the dopeness, I'm floating higher Flying above the coast and just scoping and getting wiser I am a product of this box we call pop culture Creative pop filter bringing our collapse closer Batman of this rap scam, they gasp over Spit facts over these tracks, deeper than Shaq's vox Dyme's dope, stay on my grind cause I know That time slow, puffing that lye smoke but time don't [Verse 7: CJ Fly] Wait, you causing quakes When you're moving plates, illuminate, eliminate Got me thinking that it's the same, won't let a flow like mine Ever slip through the drain, cause I'm fit for the game Watch me shift through the planes, the rap monster boss Is popping off if cops involved, shocked them all Dropping draws/jaws, now they chakras off, eating lobster sauce Stop it, dog, I'm above the law, led 'em on Weapons drawn, it's the art of war [Verse 8: Capital STEEZ] I can feel it getting closer As Ls turn to clips, clips turn to roaches And those turn to bowl hits, oh sh** Looks like we getting high again, that's another gram Of fires right to my diaphragm I blaze a dutch, then I pay the cut, you be on the wall Posted up, trying to make a cuff, groupies on my arm Just to prove that we swa*k enough Let me see you take a puff while I break it up