Gotham Style by Michael Dacapo Lyrics

It’s my demeanor and repertoire that got me this far
I don’t care who you are cause it could get bizarre
If they sleeping on me get a bigger pillow let them snore
And I’m a run it up until my legs get sore
I ain’t greedy but a nigga sure want mor
Smoking cohiba cigars and eating caviar
My life was hard so I trained and I sparred
And I’m a shoot my shot until I motherfucking score
Thirsty ass hoes better go ahead and drink some spit
Bitch is always hungry so I told her go and eat a dick
I’m too hot can’t handle this
Your box I dismantled it
Rip I reminisce
Your cat will truly missed
Crips to the left of mе
Bloods to the right of me
I don’t evеn need to bang nigga but I’m still a G
Any bitch that fuck with me
Know she got to pay a fee
Definitely got succeed
Satisfaction guaranteed
Tell by the way I talk
That I’m from Brooklyn, New York
And I got what you need
And I got what you want
Guns oils and drugs
And all of the above
If I ain’t got it I’ll get it
Nigga hit me up
The socket versus the plug
Finessing versus the jug
From the blocks that I hug
In the streets you get no love
Eyes behind you watch your back
Got to stay strap with your gat
End up in that Cadillac
Ain’t no opinion it’s a fact
Ain’t too many people that’s gonna stay by your side
Cause they gonna ride the wave
But can’t handle the tide
I got it out the gym ain’t nobody help me exercise
Got it out the dirt ain’t nobody eating mud pies
Im a win by a landslide
Niggas know the champ is here
I’m a be the people’s champ
Watch they all applaud and cheer