Cadillac Flow (feat. Vicasso)
Uh Let's get it
Bridging the gap dawg, Aye peep the vibes
This beat smooth, feel like a Cadillac ride
We can't be stopped, driving while black I'm not afraid of cops
Used to ride dirty after we cop
Head straight to the stash spot, and then get the food saver
Now we wrappin' up bricks to ship'em to the neighbors
We had a whole process, then all the work I sold hit my conscience
Touched more bricks than a brick house in the projects
The music perverted it's nonsense,
I'm undoing all the work I put in as a young prospect
I hate these rappers' concepts, they want a con the people
Into a life of agony and a seared mindset
If I drop a project, it's like a bomb went off
Even if you run and hide, a limb fallin' off
Almost married the game, but I called it off
These record execs is too gay and soft
Why would I listen to an A&R, and they work for labels
They love to control art, I'm too smart
Ride around with the AK in the car
If you wanna sign me, then you smokin' a
Bad batch Pull up to the label meeting, strapped up like
Mad Max These rappers think they tough, cause they got face tats
These niggas doormats
With poor spiritual hygiene, I'ma die clean
Yeah, Where you headed?
Yeah, smooth criminal the way I move through the city
Yeah, uh, uh, and I got a lot of real niggas rollin' with me
Yeah, uh, smooth criminal the way I move through the city
Yeah, uh, and I got a lot of real niggas rollin' with me
Kingpin, illest nigga on the microphone
The flow smooth like ridin' a Fleetwood Broom
The lack flow, I compose it like Satchmo
You just a sacrificial goat, I'm the last hope, dope
And I got a lot of real niggas rollin' with me
Paint portraits with my lyrics, Caso Da Vinci
It was written with this pen that I ether plenty
I deserve an Emmy, be produced by Salaam Remi
Manifestation, got us speakin' into existence
Me and my bro Ghost turn rappers to apparitions
Big facts, the impact from these bars is cataclysmic
EMC-ing, we preserve the lost art, that's missing
Descended' from the transatlantic, fuck them slave masters
Around against them slaves, but still fighting' for some different masters
Ownership of your catalog, fuck a social status
A smooth criminal, a known lyrical assassin
Caso, Kingpin
Smooth criminal, the way I move through the city
Yeah uh uh And I got a lot of real niggas rollin' with me
Yeah uh Smooth criminal, the way I move through the city
Yeah uh And I got a lot of real niggas rollin' with me
Bridging the gap dawg, Aye peep the vibes
This beat smooth, feel like a Cadillac ride
We can't be stopped, driving while black I'm not afraid of cops
Used to ride dirty after we cop
Head straight to the stash spot, and then get the food saver
Now we wrappin' up bricks to ship'em to the neighbors
We had a whole process, then all the work I sold hit my conscience
Touched more bricks than a brick house in the projects
The music perverted it's nonsense,
I'm undoing all the work I put in as a young prospect
I hate these rappers' concepts, they want a con the people
Into a life of agony and a seared mindset
If I drop a project, it's like a bomb went off
Even if you run and hide, a limb fallin' off
Almost married the game, but I called it off
These record execs is too gay and soft
Why would I listen to an A&R, and they work for labels
They love to control art, I'm too smart
Ride around with the AK in the car
If you wanna sign me, then you smokin' a
Bad batch Pull up to the label meeting, strapped up like
Mad Max These rappers think they tough, cause they got face tats
These niggas doormats
With poor spiritual hygiene, I'ma die clean
Yeah, Where you headed?
Yeah, smooth criminal the way I move through the city
Yeah, uh, uh, and I got a lot of real niggas rollin' with me
Yeah, uh, smooth criminal the way I move through the city
Yeah, uh, and I got a lot of real niggas rollin' with me
Kingpin, illest nigga on the microphone
The flow smooth like ridin' a Fleetwood Broom
The lack flow, I compose it like Satchmo
You just a sacrificial goat, I'm the last hope, dope
And I got a lot of real niggas rollin' with me
Paint portraits with my lyrics, Caso Da Vinci
It was written with this pen that I ether plenty
I deserve an Emmy, be produced by Salaam Remi
Manifestation, got us speakin' into existence
Me and my bro Ghost turn rappers to apparitions
Big facts, the impact from these bars is cataclysmic
EMC-ing, we preserve the lost art, that's missing
Descended' from the transatlantic, fuck them slave masters
Around against them slaves, but still fighting' for some different masters
Ownership of your catalog, fuck a social status
A smooth criminal, a known lyrical assassin
Caso, Kingpin
Smooth criminal, the way I move through the city
Yeah uh uh And I got a lot of real niggas rollin' with me
Yeah uh Smooth criminal, the way I move through the city
Yeah uh And I got a lot of real niggas rollin' with me
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathon Paul
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