Capitol Hill

It's BMB

I got somethin' to say

(Denaro, where the love at?)

I'm just a bill

I'm just a bill chilling on Capitol Hill

Wasn't no drugs in my system, I keep me a Swisher, but still

With the same old militia, I came up and ran it up from kids

So I guess it's a party at the crib

But fuck it though, we got that bill

If you with it, I'm with it, you know we been in it for real

Through suspensions, jail sentence, my **** been keepin' it thurl

With the same old militia, I came up and ran it up from kids

So I guess it's a party at the crib, hah

I came in with a swing

Had a plan, but the world interfered

Ever heard of a dream left deferred?

Other words, man, the story wasn't there

Sitting back having hella blurry thoughts

Flashback of my adolescent years

Certified as a real badass

Lil' nappy head Inglewood kid

I been sliding with my **** in the field

Everything that I'm saying is a bill

I was taught that the pain gon' heal

Never thought that the game wouldn't give

And I'm still 'round my day one broskis

And the only thing changed was the year

I was trained to detect all drama

So we racing up the block if it is

Let's wild out, never forget the effort

If he step up on the corner, we leavin' him wet up

Slidin' and we glidin', it's no electric

Unless it's a function in the front yard

**** actin' hard like it's Tetris

Just to fit in, but they don't suspect that

Never been the one to deal with fuck shit

I just pour up all the juice to rev the engine

Fuck it though, I'm just a bill

I'm just a bill chilling on Capitol Hill

Keep it indi-dope-'pendent, ****, I don't know your deal

Damn, them street lights is hittin', I guess we gotta race it to the crib

I guess it's a party yet again, hah

Still we on Capitol Hill

Tryna get bread like the capital bill

Grew up on Yale, all my homies are dead

They got filled with that lead, how the fuck would you feel?

Lead in that bed, I was cryin' out my fears

I was hoping he just gave him longer to live

Granny and granddad was my mom and dad

And yeah, they ran they crib like they was Claire and Cliff

But to win, what would you really give up?

'Cause you cannot have no feelings involved

Lately, these people be feeling theyself

Airheads, they high off them helium tanks

And my girlfriend look like Hillary Banks

Out here, I'm tryna put milli' in banks

I am not tryna hear shit that you sayin'

Can you please get the fuck out of my face?

Hoo, damn, they don't really know the gameplan

They don't really know the game, man

Talk about 'em, let 'em talk about it

Been through a lot like I'm Savage

They don't really know that I'm a savage

They don't really know about my past tense

You gon' fuck around and see the madness

I might fuck around and reenact it

Reel it in, yeah, 'cause he an actor

You a dad, they won't see your bastard

You gon' fuck around and be a target

Clinically born to be an artist

From the Chi, colder than the Arden