Izzy-Meeks - The Captain

Jive turkey
I always had my head in the stars like Neil DeGrasse Tyson
In the streets fighting feeling like i'm Tyson
Head spinning fast psycho crushing me like M. Bison
Working with a chicken like i'm clocking shit for Tyson
Slicing and dicing it down profits I spread em around
A lot of people I thought was my mans is dead to me now
The other ones holding it down
They'll let it ring to your dome and shoot every round
Knocking bitches down for a ten count
Tko that pussy wash my ass and hit the corner then I do my count
I don't give a fuck bout what you shippin' I'm the captain now
Rolling seven fifty I ain't cappin' bitch the fill ups is a hundred now
I just need my foot up in the game so I can milk it like a dairy cow
Ice cream and cheddar cheese
Pockets like a treasury
Mma fighter soccer player kicks is heavenly
Yeah
Huh
What
I ain't fucking with these bitches they don't like me for my tendencies
On my grind i'ma get this money like it's ten of me
Dodging pigs gold diggers and all these fucking frienimies
Roll the city in a foreign pray I don't get kennedy'd
Seen a nigga get his brain blew out ain't have no sympathy
Cause he was a foul nigga
Wild style loud mouth nigga
Small minded never seen the big picture
Before the show they curved the Meeks like MLB pitchers
No stunt scenes coke wraps the size of flat screens
Sold things I got the sauce feel like a hot wing
Blue cheese get your ass dipped thinkin' bout robbing
Up the draco aim at your cap you better dark wing
That mean duck boa
I can brew your bean starbucks boa
Fuck being a star I got the bucks boa
Keep on sleepin' on the Meeks the flows gone wake you up boa
Now you drunk off the bars this liquor got you stuck boa

Written by:
Isadore Meeks

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