Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Captain, artist - Joell Ortiz. Album song Monday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Captain |
| Mic check, one, two |
| Aight cool, sound good to me |
| I hear the whispers, like «What's goin' on? |
| He been missin' |
| He used to run the show it’s been a long intermission |
| I remember the mission he was on, it was different |
| He was sick, now my nigga done gone in remission» |
| That’s what y’all think? |
| Y’all think I lost my step? |
| Was on the run, but had to stop and never caught my breath |
| I’m drenched, I’m on the bench with, like, four more reps |
| In other words, I got shit left to get off my chest |
| Comin' up you heard the hunger in me, tough as can be |
| You couldn’t sound cloudy, nigga, nothin' was free |
| If I ain’t get a record deal then I was stuck in the P’s with D’s |
| Tryna spot if I had a wonderful stream |
| Of income, my outcome is somethin' to see |
| I was in a Jeep, sunk in the seat, beats bumpin' |
| Tryna out-rap Nasir and keep up wit Jay-Z |
| Crumblin' sixteens, I was only sixteen |
| Fast-foward, niggas out here mumblin', B |
| Why be smart when niggas on the charts dumber than me? |
| A bunch of bums with more money than me |
| So stayin' complex, yeah, that’s an everyday struggle for me |
| I’m from when everybody wanted five mics |
| And Riggs Morales gave you «Unsigned Hype» if you rhymed right |
| A Stretch Armstrong spin was a highlight |
| And all the mixtapes was two-for-five like treys of that fire white |
| I understand why some would retire mics |
| Pack up turntables, the tables turn, wild right? |
| Huh |
| But me, I’m in it fully, it’s like that one bitch I just |
| Can’t stop fuckin', man, these beats do something to me |
| I post up on the throne, don’t end up on a highlight |
| Poster 'cause you grown, who you 'posed to be? |
| Malone? |
| I deliver like Post Offices, pre-Post Malones |
| You’d dick ride if you saw what I don’t post on my phone |
| Every lines a great line, baby, New York’s own |
| It’s like I play for Jim Boeheim, boy stay in that zone |
| This my house, trespassin' I don’t condone |
| Let me be, don’t be them two niggas from Home Alone |
| And get iron in your face tryna roam where you don’t belong |
| Brooklyn, Staten, Queens, Manhattan |
| The Bronx I stomps through all of that, what happened? |
| New York, I’m so proud to be your Captain |
| Enjoy the rappin' |