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lirik lagu capital steez - talking shit

[intro:]
back the f-ck back n-gg-
i love my n-gg-s!
st–zy!

[verse 1: capital st–z]
d-mn, and the saga continues
so stand still when i slide on the venue
since middle school been on point with this pencil
respect it, he stay sharper than ginsus
what’s on the menu? crabs in a basket
you make it somewhere and they just grabbin’ you back in
amateur rappers and their mans wanna battle
and turn pale in the face like their last name jackson
i admit, it was early for that
we still embarrasin’ and damagin’ the burliest cats
but on a higher note j. st–z play keys
you can tell by the respect that i have earned in the trap
see some say he the hottest in his cl-ss
the rest talk trash, i acknowledge it and laugh
jacking on my swag put the product in a bag
since erlenmeyer i learned to put the fire to the flask
and came through with that crack spit
new to the league straight ballin’ off a draft pick
you can tell all them amateurs that you rappin’ with
that i been going rampant since i came into this rapping sh-t
staying p-ssionate
wrapping my hand around any rapper in my caliber coming after it
don’t think they got a pamphlet and a m-n-script
but every style of art they crafted i mastered it
so bow down to your sensei i been paid
young boss since the tenth grade
now i see through flows, like water
i’m flyer than c3p0 and skywalker

[verse 2: joey bada$$]
too much west coast d-cklickin’, too many n-gg-s
gettin’ caught slippin’, knittin’ mittens into kissin’ kittens
too many chickens wanna be pidgeons, sh-ttin’ over
stadiums, and leave it drippin’ on your cranium
too many n-gg-s think they gon’ blow like arabians
thinkin’ they gon’ eat next like drake, no canadian
the best in the universe put you in a he-rs-
if i don’t get my sp-ce like alien, the kid’s fire, don’t play with him
the fam used to baby him because he was the youngest
he made a few adjustments and then proved that he wasn’t dumbest
i keep the fly-est chicks with the flattest stomachs
claim they just wanna get high, but on the low, they be down to suck it
and i’m not the one to f-ck with, but f-ck it
leave the ruckus to a musket if you punk n-gg-s can’t take the judgement
they love it, do a couple shows and i collect my hundred
it barely budge my budget but it ain’t nothin’ i stay stuntin’
they stay frontin’ like i’m at the back, rear door
because i’m real though, and i’ve always been a weirdo n-gg-
a young caesar but he never kept his hair low
the dear flow flows through ear flows explodes earlobes
and therefore, i remain the pharoah
sittin’ on my royal chair ho, with a gold adorned sombrero
came through and jacked the throne, you know the troop style
let’s sit em’ down, and crown him like a root c-n-l

b-tch, we some bad -ss motherf-ckers n-gg-!

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