LISTENtoSIN - Capitol Lyrics

Middle of the city and my cup heavy
I don't give a fuck what you gon' tell me
Middle fingers up, keep the vibe high
Broward County soldier and I fly high
Roll another grabba for another chapter
I got stripes like Vince Carter, the Toronto Raptor
This ain't ya typical author, it's like I'm not a rapper
I'm not the... (Let me get it back, uh... yoo)
I spit that bottle crack, late night sour pack
My shorty said she livin fabulous so holla back
The ever-so immaculate Capitol its SIN
Your highness, I should rock black and gold timbs
Birds flying high watch the crows grin
Death around the corner in a old Benz
Gotta' watch your enemies and close friends
Cause ain't nobody smiling when you going through it
Prolly chose to do it, wasn't supposed to do it
Risk it for the ticket, prolly over do it
SIN aka coldest to do it
And if not They say he the closest to do it
I pick apart your little act and decoded your movement
You know they eating what you selling they calling you stupid
Dumb fan. Dumbfounded by dumb niggas
No backbone. Missing the rule of thumb nigga
Y'all tadpoles! Ain't even grown enough to leap
This my plateau
Niggas ain't grown enough to speak
To me! I had a 3 in the 3 and it was sweet
‘05 I was selling knicks outta my sneaks
You bitch ass niggas get smacked outta the scene
Exactly what I mean, I don't gotta say it different
Pay attention, new dimensions I been reaching lately
The reason they been reaching lately
You could call me Capitol SIN
Matching all black with the Timbs
(Yeaaa yeaaa yeaaa)
And there they go cappin' again
(Yeaaa yeaaa yeaaa)
Cause ain't nobody asking for them
(Nahhh nahhh)
You could call me Capitol SIN
Matching all black with the Timbs
(Yeaaa yeaaa yeaaa)
And there they go cappin' again
(Yeaaa yeaaa yeaaa)
Cause ain't nobody asking for them
(Nahhh nahhh)

Middle of the city and my cup heavy
I don't give a fuck what you gon' tell me
Middle fingers up, keep the vibe high
Broward County soldier and I fly high
Roll another grabba for another chapter
I got stripes like Vince Carter, the Toronto Raptor
This ain't ya typical author, it's like I'm not a rapper
I'm not the... (Let me get it back, uh... yoo)
I spit that bottle crack, late night sour pack
My shorty said she livin fabulous so holla back
The ever-so immaculate Capitol its SIN
Your highness, I should rock black and gold timbs
Birds flying high watch the crows grin
Death around the corner in a old Benz
Gotta' watch your enemies and close friends
Cause ain't nobody smiling when you going through it
Prolly chose to do it, wasn't supposed to do it
Risk it for the ticket, prolly over do it
SIN aka coldest to do it
And if not They say he the closest to do it
I pick apart your little act and decoded your movement
You know they eating what you selling they calling you stupid
Dumb fan. Dumbfounded by dumb niggas
No backbone. Missing the rule of thumb nigga
Y'all tadpoles! Ain't even grown enough to leap
This my plateau
Niggas ain't grown enough to speak
To me! I had a 3 in the 3 and it was sweet
‘05 I was selling knicks outta my sneaks
You bitch ass niggas get smacked outta the scene
Exactly what I mean, I don't gotta say it different
Pay attention, new dimensions I been reaching lately
The reason they been reaching lately
You could call me Capitol SIN
Matching all black with the Timbs
(Yeaaa yeaaa yeaaa)
And there they go cappin' again
(Yeaaa yeaaa yeaaa)
Cause ain't nobody asking for them
(Nahhh nahhh)
You could call me Capitol SIN
Matching all black with the Timbs
(Yeaaa yeaaa yeaaa)
And there they go cappin' again
(Yeaaa yeaaa yeaaa)
Cause ain't nobody asking for them
(Nahhh nahhh)