Doggybag Lyrics & Chords By Capital Steez

I said it's hard to fall off, when you're coming in first
And your mind is at one with the earth
Chubby niggas so I told him that my tummy was hurtin'
And then they found out I had a chopper under my shirt
I'm not a star, somebody lied
But if you make another move I'll turn this bitch into Columbine
Shit, I'm going off, bomb threat
And the rest can get cut short, like a prom dress
A.D.D got me feelin' so accomplished, you're novice
I can make you one of my accomplices
Ride shotty through Gotham like Robin did
Just don't touch the gauntlet, kid
Cult classic, fuck a four five
Now I, I'd rather be up on cloud nine
The new ninth wonder, super flyest nigga of this rap shit
I'm flyer than the suicide jumper
And I went and boosted my confidence, from hard rock to hard knock, wiped the block in astonishment
Any pro [?]
That's for kamikaze's in Nagasaki in opposite
Can't send a boy to do a mans job, a tonka truck's a tonka truck, doesn't matter the body kit
And any way, I'm still monsterous, hey dude, you're in grade school, so play cool
Made fools of Einstein's and wise guys
Since high school, my IQ has been sky high
Living so fun when I'm spittin' this bars
Spittin' as hard as I spit it you would injure your jaw
Dog, just to say the least of it, you tryna take over I easen it with my weaker shit
Man, I swear since day one they couldn't kick it with the styles that I kick it, since I always been a sneaker pimp
I copped my first Jedi's and Daily's at half price, sold them for double, and now I stay fly
Been stylin' on em since I was standing about 'Ye high, STEEZ been soaring, all you cats do is hang glide
Any questions, answered, A.I
Your shit is irrelevant, ever since I started out the smartest kids wasn't gettin' it
Questionin' how to get up on this level of excellence
I just tell 'em it's natural and they started respectin' it
But, since then, I've been giving them trouble
You couldn't find my logic even if you was Hubble
I mean, J-Steez been sick with this diction
I learned half these words in 5th grade detention
A problem child in the smartest class
Got 'em mad since they heard a prophet in my sonogram
If you ain't heard about it, you should probably ask
It's toetags and bodybags
And then we throw the straps in the doggybags