Swank Sinatra

Album cover art for "Swank Sinatra" by Dyme-A-Duzin & Capital STEEZ & CJ Fly & Joey Bada$$

Dyme-A-Duzin & Capital STEEZ & CJ Fly & Joey Bada$$ - Rap

Swank Sinatra

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[Intro: Sample] Well, I got something to say, you know what I mean? (Yes) I I haven't been on the radio before, you know? Hey, baby, how you doing today? (Haha) You know, I wanna say hello to my brother out there (Hey, a lot of folks been around) EY BROS! (Thank you again) (Fine, enjoy the show) [Intro: DyMe-A-DuZiN & Capital STEEZ] This for all my Murrow niggas Beastcoast! Pro Era G shit It's Phony Ppl Plain Pat, what up! [Verse 1: Dyme-A-Duzin] Difference between me and you? You think you should have it and I deserve it Dwellin' on the past, and I'm in the lab workin' Never spoke to God, in the hood there's bad service But I guess I got bars 'cause He sendin' 'em for certain Swanky Sin, got critics questionin' what lane he in I'm just turnin' crowds into stadiums Pounds, I be blazin' the haze when I listen to Waves On the road searchin' for stones like Jackie and Jade [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] Ain't shit fly unless I rock it High like drop kicks in cockpits Red Eye fly shit, holdin' chop sticks Split cheese with monsters Switchin' keys in partures Ain't pick a decent sponsor, but bet I'll still archer Yo, Dymez, I got 'em Slow ride through Gotham The villain drink black like I'm Gothic I be in the lab spittin' topics Mixin' toxics 'til the prophet's pockets profit Or 'til I get boxed in [Verse 3: Capital STEEZ] T-shirt from Polo, the rebirth of YOLO If I'm tryin' to find a Pro though, all I got to do is yodel Steamin' on the low, got have me dreamin' like a mogul The humidity is killin' me, I call that the ozone Capital Swank, finally had the cash up in the bank So the snakes wanna ask me if I'm great We laughin' in your face 'cause rap was a mistake When the entrées came, they almost had me eatin' steak [Verse 4: CJ Fly] This hip-hop with a fly feel You'll be dead if you lie still It's all about what you choose to do, buy steal Hood niggas like grim reapers, they soul takers Black hoodie bone breakers Put you to sleep, then you won't wake up I mean, you could go from weight rooms to waiting rooms Be armed or curled up, when that piece to your chest, so make your move No April Fools, I just say the truth Gonna be a vacant tomb if you break the rules [Interlude: Sample] (How about style? Performance?) Ohhhh, style is, is, is, is cool, man, you know? (Mhm) And i mean, it's got to be sharp [Verse 5: Joey Bada$$] My gift is my curse, if I lift then I burst But fuck arms, I do enough harm when I'm kickin' a verse I heard niggas went missin', where the dirt is when you surface? What you mean I ain't earn this? They ask for my service Emotions in his flow caught a wave, now he surfin' But notice these demons and serpents be lurkin' It's urgent, still a rebel, fuck school, burn shit Don't ask him to pull up his pants up, it irks him [Verse 6: Dyme-A-Duzin] 'Til I die of an overdose of the dopeness, I'm floatin' higher Flyin' above the coast and just scopin' and gettin' wiser I am a product of this box we call pop culture Creative pop filter bringin' our collapse closer Batman of this rap scam, they gasp over Spit facts over these tracks, deeper than Shaq's VOX Dyme's dope, stay on my grind 'cause I know that time's slow Puffin' that lye smoke but time don't [Verse 7: CJ Fly] Wait! You causin' quakes when you're movin' plates Illuminate, eliminate — got me thinkin' that it's the same Won't let a flow like mine ever slip through the drain 'Cause I'm fit for the game, watch me shift through the planes The rap monster boss is poppin' off if cops involved Shocked 'em all, droppin' draws/jaws, now they chakras off Eatin' lobster sauce, stop it, dog! I'm above the law Led 'em on, weapons drawn, it's the art of war [Verse 8: Capital STEEZ] I can feel it gettin' closer.. As L's turn to clips, clips turn to roaches and those turn to bowl hits Oh, shit! Looks like we gettin' high again That's another gram of fire straight to my diaphragm I blaze a Dutch, then I play the cut You be on the wall posted up, tryin' to make a cuff Groupies on my arm just to prove that we swank enough Let me see you take a puff while I break it up [Outro: Sample] (Fine, thank you very much, sir) Yeah, thanks, look here, man (Yes) (Mhm) I sure appreciate you calling me all these things Because I don't be doing too many interviews and things (Well, fine, we appreciate your time and, uh) Yeah (Thank you once again) Ey, look here, you know, I mean my people tact And we has becoming vocal, in, in, in, in the world today (Enjoy the other show, we'll talk to you again) Oh, it's very— hey, hey, look here, man, look

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Credits

Writers
  • CJ Fly
  • Dyme-A-Duzin
  • Joey Bada$$
  • Capital STEEZ