I was made for this

Kid with a strange name

Slid in a gray Benz

Eyes on my side, shit

I don't play that

Peep it with the bright lens

Go on a slight bend

Come back to write sins

Fill the papers

Fill the papers

With the black pen

Don't fuck with capers

Don't fuck with capers

Or no mad men

Doom in the closet

With the mask on

Swoop on your noggin

In the night

Put the latch on

Doom on the noggin

With the hat on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

I put the latch on

Doom on my noggin

With the mask on

Swoop through the night

No roof and no wipers

Black like the suits and the ciphers

Raps and the truth, no typers

Outkast with the woofers, outsiders

Drums, it ain't where you from, but who your kin

Same place with my pa, seen him hustlin'

Cash and they straight from the playpen

Damn, but he ain't never had no papers

Hands, they got wet, we made vapors

Hittin' through the wind like the taper

Pass, but they stuck in my past, it's

Good, we ain't had no mask

Gettin' back, though

Everything factual, put it in capital

I don't take capital

Harder than Capricorn, how did you cap it off?

I'm gettin' hot and you ain't got no apples on

I'm 'bout to take a different kind of catalogue

Raps on the catalogs, I got the battle bars

I do it big, no capsule on

Some n***as ain't got no decathalon

He ain't gotta rhyme, but the Cap is strong

I ain't even gotta rhyme, I'm Cap

They ain't wanna put the heat in their hats

She ain't wanna know where the money at

Know it be lit when it's fully packed

Told 'em don't speak if it isn't facts

Rappin' to the beat, but it isn't rap

Happy that I came with the pen attached

They don't wanna see me gettin' back

Used to be nothin', but now I can live with that

She ain't wanna fuck me, but now she can live with that

I ain't gotta tell her to give me back

Gotta stop smellin' my flowers, man

Gettin' to my plans

Hunnid grand, don't need a hunnid bands

Gettin' green, don't need a hunnid fans

I know she ain't want me 'cause of who I am

I told 'em no roof and no wipers

Black like the suits and the ciphers

Raps and the truth, no typers

Outkast with the woofers, outsiders

Drums, it ain't where you from, but who your kin

Same place with my pa, seen him hustlin'

Cash and they straight from the playpen

Damn,

Twenty-five eight, they don't sleep

Bitch, I'm runnin' this city, no cleats (Yeah)

I got ice in my veins, no crease (Yeah)

I need a Mr. Clean on my feet (Yeah)

Got the juice, bitch, I got the juice

It's the wave, we got no caboose

Ain't got nothin' to lose, ain't got nothin' to prove

They just gettin' the loop, bitch, I'm chasin' the loot

One, two, three, four, tell 'em what you need

I ain't doin' it for free, gotta pay the fee

Big ass drip on my coat (Brr)

Big ass chain on my throat (Ooh)

All these fake ass friends (Woo)

Make it hard to pretend (Yeah)

Might spend the night at the store

I could turn a thousand to four

I could turn a thousand to four

One, two, three, four, yeah

Drip

Drip

Drip

Drip

Turn it up, turn it up

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much

Ain't enough, ain't enough, ain't enough,

Whoa, slow it down, baby

In that '09 Mercedes, goin' 90 in a 50

With your lil' baddie riding with me

While you thinkin' that she miss me, she just want a little quickie

Wipe the evidence up with a little wet wipe

Got her so excited that she leaked a little on the leather seats

Let it leak, what it is to me? It don't mean a thing

My Mercedes smell like sex, weed, and a pound of cherries

Keep it movin', babe, I ain't got time for no anniversary

So high, I can fly, no wings, baby, on me

But I got you on my line, ring, ring, baby, on me

When you try to hit me up, no ping, baby, on me

That's how it's gon' be when you mess with a player like me, ah

I can get it, baby, if you let me

I ain't seen no type of weather that could wet me

So wet that it's gettin' a little heavy

Girl, slow it down, wait a minute, I just met you

I ain't met a girl yet that could stress me

Still got a couple waitin' for the next me

Still a couple others tryin' to get the best me

Couple others see me as a blessing

Others see me as a test, please

Let's keep it real, you're not that special

They just don't wanna see me on a pedestal

But when I'm on top, it ain't no stoppin' me

You know I'm locked in, I need a locksmith

And I'm smooth with it, you know the proof in it

Girl, I move different, you know the coupe tinted

That's for your safety, but you know I'm ruthless

You know I'm roofless, but we ain't roofin' it, baby

Let's be truthful, you know the truth in it

I ain't gotta lie, I'm a smooth talker

You know the car fast, but I move smarter

Yeah, I'm a smooth talker

You know the car fast, but I move smarter