Bon Matin

[Verse: Captaincy] Feel like I been waiting forever, let's celebrate Feeling great, started back in seventh grade Hella late to class with no pass in detention I penned raps In my notepad and I never changed On my grind everyday Mary Jane on my brain to be sane I'm a strange dude You could hate but I'm glad that I ain't you When you see me break through tell them boys make room I take shrooms 'til I escape womb and I can feel space move Heart synched to the bass boom Unghhh Black Babe Ruth back to The Bay soon And I stay smooth I remain on my Griz with a view of the city with a spliff While I'm handling my biz can't refuse it And I'm oozing this music, your new shit is sewage water Body fluid, not amused bitch, I'm cooler than a Otter Pop (dripping) Mazel Tov to my Jews, nigga all of yall Start a Soul Train In my own lane Cap with that Coke and that's word to my code name And I do it for The Bay and that won't change We some Raiders and Rebels wrecking the home base Raising hell when we away call it road rage, roll tape I can't control fate but I hold faith in a tight grip Yeah, I got my head up in the clouds and I like it Future so bright I probably blind my psychic Man I'm so high I can't find my eyelids Make your girl wanna be my side kick If I didn't rap I'd probably be a pirate or a pilot Either way I'm still The Captain I pop a couple pills so a nigga never crashing But I'm still chilling on my back in Alaska, what's happening? Bad habits And Black Magic All I got in my raggedy backpack It's strapped tight and I'm walking fast When I cross the street when the red hand's flashing Unfashionably late like it's my party But it is and I'm lit nigga I'm sorry I'm the first black king of Narnia and all we really do is farm greens And ya girl looking at me like a warm breeze And I stiff arm, cause she smell like sardines Eughh What you doing nigga Type of nigga probably spend his whole check on some True Religions And this nigga got some J's on When's the last time you saw this nigga play ball? Huh? Man that's why I make songs Had to wait long but it really paid off Right back where I wanna be I popped a red pill now I'm living in the dream Man I think I know who killed the Kennedys The same one who killed the King in Tennessee I think they wanna tie a anchor around my leg and put me in the middle of the sea Yeah we getting deep I'ma be what I wanna be, nigga who are you? Call me Willy Wonk cause my stock going through the roof Unghh