Capital Steez - Doggybag lyrics

I said it's hard to fall off, when you're coming in first And your mind is at one with the earth Chubby n***a so I told 'em that my tummy was hurtin' And then they found out I had a chopper under my shirt (uhh) I'm not a star, somebody lied But if you make another move, I'll turn this b**h into Columbine sh**, I'm going off, bomb threat And the rest get cut short, like a prom dress A.D.D. got me feelin' so accomplished, you're novice I could make you one of my accomplices Ride shotty through Gotham like Robin did Just don't touch the gauntlets, kid Cult cla**ic, f** a four five Not I, I'd rather be up on cloud nine The new ninth wonder, Superfly Snuka of this rap sh** I'm flyer than a suicide jumper And I went and boosted my confidence, from hard rock to hard knock, left the block in astonishment Any pro tune, I'mma just have to just body it That's for kamikazes in Nagasaki in opposite Can't send a boy to do a man's job, 'cuz a tonka truck's a tonka truck, doesn't matter the body kit And any way that you cut it, I'm still monstrous, hey dude, he's in grade school, so play cool Made fools of Einsteins and wise guys Since high school, my IQ's been sky high Living savant when I'm spittin' these bars Spittin' as hard as I spit it you would injure your jaw Dog, just to say the least of it, you tryna take over, I ethered it with my weaker sh** Man, I swear since day one they couldn't kick it with the styles that I kick it, since I always been a sneaker pimp I copped my first Jedi's and De La's at half price, sold them for double, and now I stay fly Stylin' on 'em since I was standing about 'Ye high, STEEZ been soaring, all you cats do is hang glide Any questions, answered, A.I Your sh** is irrelevant, ever since I started out the smartest kids weren't gettin' it Questionin' how to get up on this level of excellence I just tell 'em its natural and they started respectin' it But, since then, I've been giving them trouble You couldn't find my logic even if you was Hubble I mean, J-Steez been sick with this diction I learned half these words in 5th grade detention A problem child in the smartest cla** Got 'em mad since they heard a prophet in my sonogram If you ain't heard about it, you should probably ask Its toetags and bodybags And then we throw the scraps in the doggybags