Capital Steez - Freestyle R.I.P lyrics

[Freestyle: Capital STEEZ] I said, "Whats the definition of real?" I told 'em listen 'en chill I ain't even got to mention this sk**, because, STEEZ been ahead since he popped out the mamma's womb, and had it locked since they put me in my papa's tomb I was three years old, so I really don't remember the day but I remember his face and every night I still remember to pray, and remember the little mistakes that made me spit it this way It's like columbine, when I'm droppin' bombs, goin' line for line spittin' this sh** faster than Ramadan When my pen sails, set sail Any beat they put on, is gettin' smoked like Big L We up on the rise like a cages Cooley had n***a with the eyes of a Asian Blazin', trapped in a mind full a hatred Pops was a Rasta, and mom was a Pagan My man had to get up out of this place, now he limpin' in PA, dog I'm happy your safe but... round here n***as die every day. I wouldn't lie to your face, come and light up a J man! Said I got that whole town to hold down What we get on; I blow down a whole pound, I know you see me shuttin' shows down And we pickin' up hoes now. It's goin' down [Outro] -Let 'em know who you be pimpin' It's Capital STEEZ man Ak-47, say no more -That's what it is, John-John TV in the building? I guess so, I mean, shoutout to the homie John-John we just did this show opening up for Mac Miller It's crazy, my biggest performance yet -That's real It's world domination