Swank Sinatra Lyrics - 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 

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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 

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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 

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 

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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