Harlow - Capeesh lyrics

[Intro] Uh [Verse 1] Only rapper on the Dean's List Yeah, I thought you heard it now I'm quicker to make a fist Better than a florist smells I'm one of the good guys, we're a team of super villians More beef than a five guys, deadlier than 8 Krillens Uh But I got dragon balls You should ask your girl if she's ever seen a giant fall Uh I'm the Iron Giant on Titanfall Yes I brought a wild b**h to the mall She said she needs more gla**es and make-up But that a** is a wake up And those calves are like a baby cow wearing new Shape Ups I can't get you what you want girl Get my cake up She said talk to me when you can dunk not layup Man that's astounding But that plane is grounding My head is level 3 Super Mario pounding My bases are rounding, quit clowning Like that college your parents don't want you at Animated like a Thundercat Damn I always wondered that; can I really rap? I always wanted that I mean I always wanted to And now, this is what I do Kind of weird when younger dudes are proud of you [Hook] Ten-hut Roll call Stand at attention Not to mention Spit shine Elbow grease Ay, capeesh Ten-hut Roll call Stand at attention Not to mention Spit shine Elbow grease Ay, capeesh [Verse 2] I don't need a feature, told that to my teacher On it at my leisure, take that to the bleacher Cheer me on Life of a don With some fresh sh** on And you know I could go on, and on, and on (Word to Ye) That's that sh** I grew up on I love Biggie, I love Pac Older folk think that that's wrong That we grew up with Wayne and Mac, Tyler and K. Dot I remember Mims, man, this is why I'm hot And this is why you're not You stuck in your ways Like a preteen goth kid: "Mom, this is not a phase!" (Haha) Bumping Culdesac for days Rode it through the 9th grade No helmet on, dark shades Going out in a blaze No glory, only I can write my story You won't find my a** on Maury, and f** a Dr. Oz and a Phil Swallow that like a motherf**ing ADD pill, uh [Hook] [Verse 3] I know Im not the only one f**ing with the chosen one They say you don't need money, well tell that to one's that owe me some And I'm not living on the street Future family's gotta eat I'm sorry if i miss a week, you gotta work for a treat Uh But this sh** is not a hobby, I'm not tryna catch a body But I'm starting in the lobby, I suggest you give me forty Or I'm taking out the register Tell the clerk that she's a hero, trying to embarra** her That'd be outta character That'd be outta line, and I'm trying to get mine Just need a little time With a little rhyme Maybe bag a nine, but f** it I need a dime Maybe at the same damn time I don't know about that I don't know about that Would be crazy if I make it, tell 'em: "What about that?" Tell 'em all about that, like: "Yeah man, I do this sh**" Run up to my offices like: "Yeah man, I did this sh**" Uh [Hook]