Al Capone - The Underachievers

Trippy niggas getting all the hoes, well, I suppose

When I pull up they be marching slut walk, no Amber Rose

And my niggas keep it locked and cocked

Still rep that indigo

Told my nigga AK «drop the top», I’m steaming, fuck the law

Niggas sippin with my cogniac, I’m in the party smack

Run the team just like a quarterback

AK that Warren Sapp

Flatbush, we evolving rap

And now we tour the map

Came a long way, that’s a fact

Look at where we started at

Now let’s get lit

Fuck whoever run this bitch

I’ma still spark up my shit

Don’t drink liquor with you niggas, only drink that shit with hoes

My clique sicka, skinny nigga, but you know I bring the noise

The young tripper can’t hit with you

Nigga picky with his dope

The big dipper fuck you niggas

Hope in jail you drop the soap

Now that’s fucked up

I told shorty «come in close, I can’t see you through the smoke»

Now my spliff thick like a cigar, take a picture Al Capone

This at least an ounce inside my shit, you niggas need some more

Smoking hookah you’se a loser

Only thing I blow is dope

I see through ya, you can’t fool us

Ain’t no way that you the boss

Ain’t no way, oh nah

Ain’t no way that you the boss

We got much more for that cause

Pick your poison, serve that raw

Roll it then light it don’t know what the time is

But I’ve been whipping while your soul was reclining

Every mission had to know where to find it

But it was written so I always was fine

Niggas be backwards, got clips for you actors

Got dick for your bitch but no rent for the pastor

Roll with a set and we cold like Alaska

Breath holding like asthma

Don’t let the rolls catch you

Focus, I’m faster, much older now

It’s a new chapter my page turning over

Check out my status cause shit automatic

Look like a chalice the spliff had me balanced, you know it

While they be talking about passion I show it

Had to free my mind of attachments and grow up

Couldn’t be defined by some shit I ain’t born with

Had to read the sign and take heed to the omens

Oh man, should have told her I don’t do the lowens

I just poke her face like Lady Gaga slowin'

Now she scratch my back like her first name is Logan

Hit her with a dab and I’m gone like I’m stolen

Got to bust a bag of that dank every mornin'

Put a nigga pain in the beat for a moment

The reefer we blowin' bring me paranoia

But with paranoia I’m still shittin' on you

With paranoia I’m still shittin' on you

Reefer we blowin' bring me paranoia

But with paranoia I’m still shittin' on you

With paranoia I’m still shitting on you

Reefer we blowin' bring me paranoia

But with paranoia I’m still shitting on ya

It was grade A, she done got a diploma

Got steak on my plate, to be honest still starvin'

Like «where is my porridge, I burn up a forest»

I sticky like Horus

My plug is a florist

Won’t stop until my pockets thicker than Norbit

Won’t stop until my closet filled with that foreign

Fuck the coppers, don’t protect, they destroy us

So keep that chopper by your side like an organ