Swank Sinatra (feat. Joey Bada$$, Capital Steez & Cj Fly)

Difference between me and you
 You think you should have it and I deserve it
 Dwelling on the past and I'm in the lab working
 Never spoke to God in the hood, there's bad service
 But I guess I got bars cause he sending 'em for certain
 Swanky Sin, got critics questioning what lane he in
 I'm just turning crowds into stadiums
 Pounds, I be blazin' the haze when I listen to Waves
 On the road searching for stones like Jackie and Jade
 Ain't shit fly unless I rock it
 High like drop kicks in cockpits
 Red Eye fly shit holding chop sticks, split cheese with monsters
 Switching keys in partures, ain't pick a decent sponsor
 But bet I'll still archer, yo Dymez, I got them
 Slow ride through Gotham, the villain drink black like I'm
 Gothic, I be in the lab spitting topics
 Mixing toxics 'til the prophet's pockets profit
 Or 'til I get boxed in
 T-shirt from Polo
 The rebirth of YOLO; if I'm trying to find a proto
 All I got to do is yodel, steaming on the low
 Got me dreaming like a mogul, the humidity is killing me
 I call that the ozone, Capital Swank
 Finally had the cash up in the bank, so the snakes want to
 Ask me if I'm great, we laughing in your face
 Cause rap was a mistake, when the entrees came
 They almost had me eating steak
 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
 Hoods 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 curl 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
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 A gift is my curse if I lift and I burst
 But fuck arms, I do enough harm when I'm kicking a verse
 I heard niggas went missing, 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-
 Til I die of an overdose of the dopeness, I'm floating higher
 Flying above the coast and just scoping and getting wiser
 I am a product of this box we call pop culture
 Creative pop filter bringing 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 slow, puffing that lye smoke but time don't
 Wait, you causing quakes
 When you're moving plates, illuminate, eliminate
 Got me thinking 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 popping off if cops involved, shocked them all
 Dropping draws/jaws, now they chakras off, eating lobster sauce
 Stop it, dog, I'm above the law, led 'em on
 Weapons drawn, it's the art of war
 I can feel it getting closer
 As Ls turn to clips, clips turn to roaches
 And those turn to bowl hits, oh shit
 Looks like we getting high again, that's another gram
 Of fires right to my diaphragm
 I blaze a dutch, then I pay the cut, you be on the wall
 Posted up, trying 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