Lyrics My Kind of Culture - Caliente Captain

Ya leave it to me get out the way
I thrive with the heat I thrive with the flames
Stop tripping I'll do the rest like LeBron James
Don't get rest I called ball games
Yeah on my vest written Balmain's ya
Feel like Chris Pratt I'm the leader of the galaxies Guardians
Feel like Tyrone from The Backyardigans
I got potential can't ignore this yeah
Dora, you can come explore this

You ain't gonna play me Nah I'll play you first yeah that's what I said
Where is half of your face fool Mr. Potato Head
Hit too low, low blows aren't the play you know
You think you're too special
With people like me hang with the devil
With a Hypebeast but there not on your level
Working hard while they play
Then let it rip with my Beyblades
Never give up made a promise
Staying true to myself I'm Pocahontas

Ya leave it to me get out the way
I thrive with the heat I thrive with the flames
Stop tripping I'll do the rest like LeBron James
Don't get rest I called ball games
Yeah on my vest written Balmain's ya
Feel like Chris Pratt I'm the leader of the galaxies Guardians
Feel like Tyrone from The Backyardigans
I got potential can't ignore this yeah
Dora, you can come explore this

Y'all spacing cuz you think that I'm a meanie
But things changed when I got a Lamborghini
You got some dirt in your nails with a cold trigger
So tuck your tail I don't play with them gold diggers
So many decisions that I got to make for those Reasons I'm out
People talking in code like Willis what you really talking bout
People don't tell me nothin bout why they just tell me run the route
But just like Rumpelstiltskin imma turn your clout to doubt

"I'll be a real superstar
I'll be jumping out the TV
Have friends over in the living room and say, "Hey look it's me"
I'll be the greatest I can ever be
Not have to worry about money or getting the right kind of T
I'll be pulling up in the limo,
Have friends say that's wet
If you think that's dripping just look at my chest
I'll be strutting out to my own sick beats
People will stop and ask me who that is I just tip my shades down
And they say, "Hey it's him"
I'll be higher and flyer than all your dreams
I'll be riding pimping down the street
Having everyone look at me
Say who's the kid in that Lamborghini
And Have everyone wish they could whip it just like me

Ya leave it to me get out the way
I thrive with the heat I thrive with the flames
Stop tripping I'll do the rest like LeBron James
Don't get rest I called ball games
Yeah on my vest written Balmain's ya
Feel like Chris Pratt I'm the leader of the galaxies Guardians
Feel like Tyrone from The Backyardigans
I got potential can't ignore this yeah
Dora, you can come explore this