Issa Gold - Al Capone lyrics

[Verse 1: Issa Gold] Trippy n***as getting all the hoes, well, I suppose When I pull up they be marching s*ut walk, no Amber Rose And my n***as keep it locked and co*ked Still rep that indigo Told my n***a AK "drop the top", I'm steaming, f** the law n***as 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] f** whoever run this b**h I'ma still spark up my sh** Don't drink liquor with you n***as, only drink that sh** with hoes My clique sicka, skinny n***a, but you know I bring the noise The young tripper can't hit with you n***a picky with his dope The big dipper f** you n***as Hope in jail you drop the soap Now that's f**ed 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 sh**, you n***as need some more Smoking hookah you'se a loser Only thing I blow is dope 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 n***as be backwards, got clips for you actors Got dick for your b**h 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 sh** automatic Look like a chalice the spliff had me balanced, you know it While they be talking about pa**ion I show it Had to free my mind of attachments and grow up Couldn't be defined by some sh** 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 n***a pain in the beat for a moment The reefer we blowin' bring me paranoia But with paranoia I'm still sh**tin' on you With paranoia I'm still sh**tin' on you Reefer we blowin' bring me paranoia But with paranoia I'm still sh**tin' on you With paranoia I'm still sh**ting on you Reefer we blowin' bring me paranoia But with paranoia I'm still sh**ting 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 f** the coppers, don't protect, they destroy us So keep that chopper by your side like an organ