end of the cycle
Ah swisha sweets
Uh huh, yeah
Bonjour, your girl givin me neck support
She at the door pagin me at 4:44
Have to fly her ass out from Italia just to see her ass again
I'm trippin off her ass again
I'm drippin wet with muhfuckin paint
I'm in the lab again
All these bitches trippin off this dick
They need that shaft again
Half you ladies don't match my vibe
Thinkin in advance again
I get the facts to the truest
Yuh, I got bags on bags
Yuh, these bills be the bluest
Yuh, I get this tree to help you through it
If you believe it then you can't lose (Can't lose)
I hit the club up it was sweaty as fuck
H-town never stop with this muh-fuckin mud
The money come, yeah
The money come, yeah then what? (the money, the money, the money)
Then what? (the money, the money, the money)
The A.C. kicked up in this booth
I aint got no booth
Come through with the muh-fuckin news (with the muh-fuckin news)
Sky be the blackest of blues (the blackest of blues)
4 am two hour past two
4 bitches on my flute
The sun move behind the moon
I swear down to my realest of dudes
I'm feelin shit from when I was with you
Yeah, I'm feelin bad about the way I was in the past
Can't change that
Can't change the facts
Everything it come out on this muh-fuckin track
Jumpin out the back seat, why you drivin this Hummer?
It's feelin so cold its just the end of the summer
I'm goin so low, my ego
Is annoying as fuck
Damn where is the moon right now?
I get to rappin everybody knows Kapavik lit
The rappin yeah I took that road there was no accidents
This aint no bow when I be loadin bitch I'm packin shit
You better take back that chain bitch quit actin rich
I'm takin this shit to the top, man where's the competition?
In the rappin they aint havin shit for me to take a loss
You in the pen to pad inaccurate, Don't be tryna bring the smoke
There's actually no matchin it so stash your mids or catch bullets (Haha)
Here we go I think that I'm potent with dope cause they keep overdosin
On flows that I bring metaphors with, the coldest
The beat I'ma go for the gold
You would think that I'm G.O.A.T.ed for shurely
Hold up, get a hold at the moment
Own it, gotta show that you want it
I know that I'm chosen, like whoa
What the fuck you think?
I'ma take it all the way
If I'm doin what I'm doin
I cant waste another day
Through the pain, you can gain
You should never run away
If you got a goal in life, you gotta chase it till you make it yeah
Ooomm
You gotta meditate when your listenin to me because I'm so levitated
Ooomm
I don't think there is a single emcee that is beating me or competin' with me
Like what the fuck?
Piecin the puzzle, pieces together
And Justin gon be whoever cause up on the beat I'm clever
I'm unbelievably better, I feel the breeze of the weather
I reach the peak of Mount Everest, I think I'll keep a Baretta
Cause people think they could step up
Don't do it (Why?)
You do it I think you'll regret it
I'm reachin a whole other level I'm fuckin yo bitch but I'm never gon settle
I'm high like a bird and I'm flyin bitch you rappin light as a muh-fuckin feather
Hop in the Benz and I sit on the leather
Yo bitch be tellin me I get her wetter, Hey!
Let's switch it up, guess I'm a sick fuck
Cause on your favorite rapper, I take a quick dump
As well as the gang call me Mr. Lyricism Wizard I'm the sheeit
But don't get it mixed up, I'm up in the beams yuh
I'm on the track I'ma drift yeah
She fuckin me 'fore I kiss her
You leavin me I don't miss ya
You don't come back If I diss ya
You aint gon listen to me or Tristan what in the fuck is wrong with you?
Uh huh, yeah
Bonjour, your girl givin me neck support
She at the door pagin me at 4:44
Have to fly her ass out from Italia just to see her ass again
I'm trippin off her ass again
I'm drippin wet with muhfuckin paint
I'm in the lab again
All these bitches trippin off this dick
They need that shaft again
Half you ladies don't match my vibe
Thinkin in advance again
I get the facts to the truest
Yuh, I got bags on bags
Yuh, these bills be the bluest
Yuh, I get this tree to help you through it
If you believe it then you can't lose (Can't lose)
I hit the club up it was sweaty as fuck
H-town never stop with this muh-fuckin mud
The money come, yeah
The money come, yeah then what? (the money, the money, the money)
Then what? (the money, the money, the money)
The A.C. kicked up in this booth
I aint got no booth
Come through with the muh-fuckin news (with the muh-fuckin news)
Sky be the blackest of blues (the blackest of blues)
4 am two hour past two
4 bitches on my flute
The sun move behind the moon
I swear down to my realest of dudes
I'm feelin shit from when I was with you
Yeah, I'm feelin bad about the way I was in the past
Can't change that
Can't change the facts
Everything it come out on this muh-fuckin track
Jumpin out the back seat, why you drivin this Hummer?
It's feelin so cold its just the end of the summer
I'm goin so low, my ego
Is annoying as fuck
Damn where is the moon right now?
I get to rappin everybody knows Kapavik lit
The rappin yeah I took that road there was no accidents
This aint no bow when I be loadin bitch I'm packin shit
You better take back that chain bitch quit actin rich
I'm takin this shit to the top, man where's the competition?
In the rappin they aint havin shit for me to take a loss
You in the pen to pad inaccurate, Don't be tryna bring the smoke
There's actually no matchin it so stash your mids or catch bullets (Haha)
Here we go I think that I'm potent with dope cause they keep overdosin
On flows that I bring metaphors with, the coldest
The beat I'ma go for the gold
You would think that I'm G.O.A.T.ed for shurely
Hold up, get a hold at the moment
Own it, gotta show that you want it
I know that I'm chosen, like whoa
What the fuck you think?
I'ma take it all the way
If I'm doin what I'm doin
I cant waste another day
Through the pain, you can gain
You should never run away
If you got a goal in life, you gotta chase it till you make it yeah
Ooomm
You gotta meditate when your listenin to me because I'm so levitated
Ooomm
I don't think there is a single emcee that is beating me or competin' with me
Like what the fuck?
Piecin the puzzle, pieces together
And Justin gon be whoever cause up on the beat I'm clever
I'm unbelievably better, I feel the breeze of the weather
I reach the peak of Mount Everest, I think I'll keep a Baretta
Cause people think they could step up
Don't do it (Why?)
You do it I think you'll regret it
I'm reachin a whole other level I'm fuckin yo bitch but I'm never gon settle
I'm high like a bird and I'm flyin bitch you rappin light as a muh-fuckin feather
Hop in the Benz and I sit on the leather
Yo bitch be tellin me I get her wetter, Hey!
Let's switch it up, guess I'm a sick fuck
Cause on your favorite rapper, I take a quick dump
As well as the gang call me Mr. Lyricism Wizard I'm the sheeit
But don't get it mixed up, I'm up in the beams yuh
I'm on the track I'ma drift yeah
She fuckin me 'fore I kiss her
You leavin me I don't miss ya
You don't come back If I diss ya
You aint gon listen to me or Tristan what in the fuck is wrong with you?
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Writer(s): Justin` Kapavik
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