Captain Jack

Whoo

Yea

I'm back, nigga

I'm back on the grind
Came a long way from the back of the back of the line

I got your back and your spine
I keep the fam in the front, not the back of my mind

Back to the basics, I'm turnin' the page like a pacer
Feel like I been walkin' for miles

I can't relax or recline
I keep my eyes on the sparrow just like Captain Jack in his prime

Walk in the booth and I spazz at the drop of a hat or a dime

These niggas Cat in the Hat, not your regular cat
Nigga, I got the heart of a lion

Black on black hoodie, I'm back on my bully
I'm more Artis Gilmore than Optimus Prime

Bad and she boujie but she love the music
Push me to pursue this lil' passion of mine and dawg, I ain't lying

Lost my virginity screamin' fuck a hater
I'm finna rock-a-bye baby

No more backwoods, only papers

Cap lol

The smell rubbin' off on the neighbors

I see the money done changed ya
These niggas act different like Jonathan Majors

I'm finna call up my motherfuckin' barber
Cut these niggas off with the razor

Four thirty AM, I'm up on the daily
My bitch want a baby, it's drivin' me crazy

Life is a bitch that know you got a bitch
Tryna handle your shit with your family and lady

Nas and Kanye with the vibes, we major
Young nigga with a old soul like a pager

Tango the goat
And if not, he settin' up shop at the motherfuckin' stable

I'm back on the grind
Came a long way from the back of the back of the line

I got your back and your spine
I keep the fam in the front, not the back of my mind

Back to the basics, I'm turnin' the page like a pacer
Feel like I been walkin' for miles

I can't relax or recline
I keep my eyes on the sparrow just like Captain Jack in his prime

Walk in the booth and I spazz at the drop of a hat or a dime

These niggas Cat in the Hat, not your regular cat
Nigga, I got the heart of a lion

Black on black hoodie, I'm back on my bully
I'm more Artis Gilmore than Optimus Prime

Bad and she boujie but she love the music
Push me to pursue this lil' passion of mine
And dawg, I ain't lying, dawg, I ain't lying

Uh

Yeah, we in this bitch

Every time I think of the day

Uh, yo

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Optimism at an all-time high
Optima still pushin' like an offensive line

Keep the circle small, you all in octagons
Think outside the square, leave the boxes outside

Where the sun shine and Benita's son shines
Smoke reefer like a tribe on a quest for what's mines, nigga

What a time to be alive, nigga
Still perfect timing if I die

Ain't nobody perfect but I try
New mistakes gettin' made with this major nine

Murder, murder, murder, these flows do homicide
Murder, murder, murder, you hoes killin' my vibe

Murder's all she wrote, I wrote this in the garage
Thursdays reserved for ménage à trois

Smokin' black in milds like father, like child
When it all falls down, who you gon' call now? Uh

Call it a day, calling my bluff
Callin' me gay? I'm happy as fuck, made it past twenty one

All in a day's work
Screamin' fuck the world and like a nigga I came first

I know that the case hurts but it'll set you free like a caged bird
Early bird gets the worm, you know the motto

Used to walk to work feelin' like Dirk, no auto
But I'm lookin' at life half-full so pour the bottle, nigga

Optimism at an all-time high
Optima still pushin' like an offensive line

Keep the circle small, you all in octagons
Think outside the square, leave the boxes outside

Where the sun shine and Benita's son shines
Smoke reefer like a tribe on a quest for what's mines, nigga

What a time to be alive, nigga
Still perfect timing if I die

Minor setback for major comeback

Break a wood down, no lumberjack
Stressed out, under attack

Bad bitch, thumb in her butt, cum on the rag
Remember when my dad crashed the Jag, Tim was a running back

Moms told us 'bout her past, it was hard to stomach that like I'm lactose

I tap hoes, then pass those to the frat bros

Ten toes down, I got black toes
I was havin' black thoughts, my niggas had my back though

What goes around comes around like fat hoes
Got bros who ain't around no more, they got tag toes

No cap, finna hit the road again, the back roads
I cheated on Ben Franklin but I'ma get him back though

She want love and all that jazz, I call her Satchmo
Time to blow, she playin' flat notes, don't call my sax-phone

Bitch, I'm in attack mode

Hit the blunt, it hit your back though
Watch out for your back, bro

Optimism at an all-time high
Optima still pushin' like an offensive line

Keep the circle small, you all in octagons
Think outside the square, leave the boxes outside

Where the sun shine and Benita's son shines

Smoke reefer like a tribe on a quest for what's mine, nigga

What a time to be alive, nigga
Still perfect timing if I die, if I die