Capital Crooked Letter Lyrics

wakin up in the morning

Been yawning

Checkin my swag

gotta stay on it

They want it

Demons got their hands in my bag

But I'm on it

Gotta keep my eyes open

And ears to the game

These streets are ruthless

All I hear it's dead and gone

When they play

Hittin like northern lights

Livin No secrets no lies

Got some shooters from north high

They prophets and down to ride

Harmony in my veins

Mack A lot in my soul

A Magic mindset plus We thuggin

And the world knows

the worlds cold

gotta whole lotta demons up in these streets

And they feigning for blood

Just plotting on the chance to sink in their teeth

Gotta be wise w your love

And who sits at your table to eat

Give keys to the wrong person

They'll pull right from under your feet

Take it back way back

To the murder app

Red rum in the back pack

Big guns, punch lines

In the nap sack

Bizzy bone bap bap

Sand man made hit list

Beat bumpin in the back of the black lac

What I really gotta say is

Sandman still the king

Harmony made its way in

And now im payin some homage

Grateful to say it