Shy Grey - Call Me Castro II lyrics

[Verse 1: C Dot Castro] Yeah, I'm lounging in the lab bonding with my pad and pen b**hes used to call me average, look at me now I'm averaging A different day, A different dame Dropped up out of school but f** it everyday I'm getting brain I did everything they told me not to Stood tall with incredible posture Hip-Hop don't worry I got ya Ain't no need to say this, Rattpack my family the greatest And if Logic's Young Sinatra then that makes me Sammy Davis We ballin' like Baron and sharin' is carin' So before you start comparin' check your chick because she's starin' While I'm whippin' up in a McLaren The windows are tinted, the haters are glarin', the speakers are blarin', I'm getting stoned like Sharon Boy I swear I'm runnin' it like an errand wearin' nothin' but the freshest sh** whenever I'm seen I plan to get rich quick from rap now that's a rhyme scheme Went from a dollar and a dream to making a pretty penny and making these dimes scream with my cash flow It's f**ing Castro [Verse 2: C Dot Castro] I'm ready to get it like no one has got it before I'm out of control Been hungry for a while but now I'm eatin' here They got it to go Perfected the flow and now it's inevitable that b**h I'm destined to blow as soon as I step in the door Ya you can hate it but you gon' respect it fo' sho' I'm from the bottom where they flip the crack up in the trap and n***as hold more grams than nutrition facts Load up the clips and gats Take your life, never give it back While I was sittin' back just thinkin' of ways to mix this sh** with rap Now instead of hustling crack, I'm hustling tracks I'm busting the rhymes instead of busting the gats And I work all the time never f**ing relax Shout out to everyone that ever doubted me Thank you so kindly for allowing me to prove you wrong No I don't know where I would be without you Life is what I'm in for, ya the presidents is what I'm out for Take over the world, I'm about to be worldwide like a f**ing browser Take your girl and arouse her now she's on my trousers Rattpack, ya we outchea