$ivrem - Bon Matin lyrics

[Verse: Captaincy] Feel like I been waiting forever, let's celebrate Feeling great, started back in seventh grade Hella late to cla** with no pa** in detention I penned raps In my notepad and I never changed On my grind everyday Mary Jane on my brain to be sane I'm a strange dude You could hate but I'm glad that I ain't you When you see me break through tell them boys make room I take shrooms 'til I escape womb and I can feel space move Heart synched to the ba** boom Unghhh Black Babe Ruth back to The Bay soon And I stay smooth I remain on my Griz with a view of the city with a spliff While I'm handling my biz can't refuse it And I'm oozing this music, your new sh** is sewage water Body fluid, not amused b**h, I'm cooler than a Otter Pop (dripping) Mazel Tov to my Jews, n***a all of yall Start a Soul Train In my own lane Cap with that Coke and that's word to my code name And I do it for The Bay and that won't change We some Raiders and Rebels wrecking the home base Raising hell when we away call it road rage, roll tape I can't control fate but I hold faith in a tight grip Yeah, I got my head up in the clouds and I like it Future so bright I probably blind my psychic Man I'm so high I can't find my eyelids Make your girl wanna be my side kick If I didn't rap I'd probably be a pirate or a pilot Either way I'm still The Captain I pop a couple pills so a n***a never crashing But I'm still chilling on my back in Alaska, what's happening? Bad habits And Black Magic All I got in my raggedy backpack It's strapped tight and I'm walking fast When I cross the street when the red hand's flashing Unfashionably late like it's my party But it is and I'm lit n***a I'm sorry I'm the first black king of Narnia and all we really do is farm greens And ya girl looking at me like a warm breeze And I stiff arm, cause she smell like sardines Eughh What you doing n***a Type of n***a probably spend his whole check on some True Religions And this n***a got some J's on When's the last time you saw this n***a play ball? Huh? Man that's why I make songs Had to wait long but it really paid off Right back where I wanna be I popped a red pill now I'm living in the dream Man I think I know who k**ed the Kennedys The same one who k**ed the King in Tennessee I think they wanna tie a anchor around my leg and put me in the middle of the sea Yeah we getting deep I'ma be what I wanna be, n***a who are you? Call me Willy Wonk cause my stock going through the roof Unghh