Dyme-A-Duzin - Swank Sinatra feat. Joey Bada$$, Capital Steez & CJ Fly lyrics

rate me

That was between me and you

You think it should happen and not deserve it

Pullin on the pass and I’m in the lab working

Never spoke to god in the hood there’s bad service

But I guess I got bars cause he sending em for certain

Swank to say, now critics ...

I’m just turning crowds into stadiums

Pounds I be blazin em

Haze when I listen to waves on the road

Searching for stones like jackie and jay

They shit fly unless I rock it

Hot like drop kicks and cockpits

...fly shit, holding chop sticks

Spit cheese with monsters, switching keys and botches

And picking ...but I still arch her

Yo dimes I got em, scop out through gotham

Living a dream, black like I’m gadick

I be the last spit topic, mixin toxin

Till the profit pockets profital, or till I get boxed in

T shirt from polo, the rebirth of yellow

If I’m tryina find a ... all I gotta do is ...

Schemin on the low, got me dreaming like a mogul

The humidity is killin me, I call that the o zone

Capital swank, finally had a cash up in the bank soon

So snakes wanna ask me if I’m great

Be laughing in your face

Cause rappers a mistake, when the entrees came in

Almost had me in mistake

This hip hop with a fly affai

You’d be dead if you lie still

It’s all about what you choose to do

By still, that niggas like grim reapers they soul take us black...

Put you to sleep then you won’t wake up

I mean you can go from wave rooms to waiting rooms

We all occur, ... so make your move now

Now achin fools, I just say the truth

Gonna be a vacant tomb if you break the rules

My gift is my curse, if I lift then I burst

But fuck arms I do it with harm and I’m kickin a verse

I heard niggas went missing where the dirt is

What the surf is, what you mean I ain’t earned this

They asked for my service, I’m ocean in this flow

Caught a wave now he’s surfin

But nodes these demons and serpents been lurkin

It’s urgent, still rebel fuck school burn shit

Till I’m die from an overdose, of the dopeness I’m flying higher

Flying above the coast and just scropin to getting wiser

I am a product of this box we call pop culture

Afraid of ... bringing out collaps closer

Batman in this rap scheme, they gas over

Spit facts over these track

Stay on my grind cause I know time slow

Puffin that last smoke

But time don’t

Wait you causin quakes when you movin plates

Illuminate, eliminate, got me thinkin that it’s the same

Won’t let her flow like mine, never slip through the drain

Cause I’m fit for they game, watch me shift through the blades

The rap mobster boss is popping off, if times evolve

Shock...droppin jaws, now they trap is off

Eatins lot of sauce, stoppin dog, I’m above the law

Let em all, weapons drawn, it’s the thug of war

As I get turn closer, as l’s turn to clips

Clips turn to roaches and those turn to ball hits

Oh shit, looks like we getting higher again

That’s another gram of fire, right to my diafragm

I blaze a dutch then I play the cut

You be on the wall posted up, tryina make you cough

Groupies on my arm just to prove that we swank enough

Let me see you take a puff while I break it up.