Capone - I'm Just That Good feat. Malc lyrics

rate me

Niggas wanna talk about they rap flow

Low tide, I was out of block with the rocks

Soon as the coke rises

Hit you dead right in your whip, now that’s a ghost rider

No 5, I was smoking, toast to my …

Hammer on, you can’t turn it off with a light switch

Ices streams on, flooded rollies, I like swiss

Everything priceless, y’all niggas my sons, so call difus

Let me treat it like a jay and light this

…keep live bars, I belong in the street

Keep my cake in them nightboxes, dead nigga to sun

The crew places, thug made off, mister slimey, young hade

Everybody know that I’m that boy homes, spirals at a stone versus for them niggas

They understand like a piece of man I deliver

That raw life sushi, caviar fish west

Hit her with that rose dick, buckle and bitch lash

Shawty on a molly wanna train like a monorail

We ain’t broke niggas, came hole on all kinds of bail

Yeah I got the mind to kill but I got the shooters

Who hold me under the wing like I’m run the black hooters

I’m the b.o.s.s., the cheviest ss, watch your step man

They say I’m the best chef

Ah, I do damage with a fork and a spoon

Cooked a whole brick, high, like I walked on the moon

Yeah, I started spitting rap out that composition notebook

Then it came to ghet, said the competition so shook

Nigga 30 plus now I’m killing with the loaf look

Got before the sauna, that’s the motherfucking…

[Hook] x 2

Yeah, just the product of my environment,

I’m selling long as they still buying it

Bag of work with no scale, I resign it

I ain’t perfect but my timing is

I’m just that good

I’m mister lining yeah, your timing is the…

Been around the block, around the corner and up the ave

Got dirt under my nails, caught a few scars and skash

Yeah I’m back behind the pill

I’m bout to make all these niggas fall like…dollar bill

I spit cocaine, scriptures and murder scrolls

In the game, yeah the feds take pictures I learned to pose

It’s my time and I know it, you hardly not

And my name ring bell just like a grandfather clock

I’m the past and the future at the same damn time

Asap I get rock throwing all of my shine

For that promise I might sell me a little beat

That machine gun Kelly I call it a little me

We in that V nasty, coupe same color as chrishawn

… I was smoking in jay kobe… back to the slaughterhouse

Talking I ain’t got no cash, better pop your stash and see how quick the poe roscoe dash

[Hook] x 2

Yeah, just the product of my environment,

I’m selling long as they still buying it

Bag of work with no scale, I resign it

I ain’t perfect but my timing is

I’m just that good.