Al Capone

Produced by: Roman RSK

<Verse 1: Issa Gold>

Trippy ****** getting all the hoes, well, I suppose

When I pull up they be marching slut walk, no Amber Rose

And my ****** keep it locked and c**ked

Still rep that indigo

Told my ***** AK "drop the top", I'm steaming, **** the law

****** sippin with my cogniac, I'm in the party smack

Run the team just like a quarterback

AK that Warren Sapp

Flatbush, we evolving rap

And now we tour the map

Came a long way, that's a fact

Look at where we started at

Now let's get lit [x9]

**** whoever run this *****

I'ma still spark up my s**t

Don't drink liquor with you ******, only drink that s**t with hoes

My clique sicka, skinny *****, but you know I bring the noise

The young tripper can't hit with you

***** picky with his ****

The big dipper **** you ******

Hope in jail you drop the soap

Now that's ****** up (x9)

I told shorty "come in close, I can’t see you through the smoke"

Now my spliff thick like a cigar, take a picture Al Capone

This at least an ounce inside my s**t, you ****** need some more

Smoking hookah you’se a loser

Only thing I blow is ****

I see through ya, you can't fool us

Ain't no way that you the boss

<Verse 2: AK>

Ain't no way, oh nah

Ain't no way that you the boss (x3)

We got much more for that cause

Pick your poison, serve that raw

Roll it then light it don't know what the time is

But I’ve been whipping while your soul was reclining

Every mission had to know where to find it

But it was written so I always was fine

****** be backwards, got clips for you actors

Got **** for your ***** but no rent for the pastor

Roll with a set and we cold like Alaska

Breath holding like asthma

Don't let the rolls catch you

Focus, I'm faster, much older now

It's a new chapter my page turning over

Check out my status cause s**t automatic

Look like a chalice the spliff had me balanced, you know it

While they be talking about passion I show it

Had to free my mind of attachments and grow up

Couldn't be defined by some s**t I ain't born with

Had to read the sign and take heed to the omens

Oh man, should have told her I don't do the lowens

I just poke her face like Lady Gaga slowin'

Now she scratch my back like her first name is Logan

Hit her with a dab and I'm gone like I'm stolen

Got to bust a bag of that dank every mornin'

Put a ***** pain in the beat for a moment

The reefer we blowin' bring me paranoia

But with paranoia I'm still s**ttin' on you

With paranoia I'm still s**ttin' on you

Reefer we blowin' bring me paranoia

But with paranoia I'm still s**ttin' on you

With paranoia I'm still s**tting on you

Reefer we blowin' bring me paranoia

But with paranoia I'm still s**tting on ya

It was grade A, she done got a diploma

Got steak on my plate, to be honest still starvin'

Like "where is my porridge, I burn up a forest"

I sticky like Horus

My plug is a florist

Won't stop until my pockets thicker than Norbit

Won't stop until my closet filled with that foreign

**** the coppers, don't protect, they destroy us

So keep that chopper by your side like an organ