El Capitan - Packy

Okay, line me up, swear I’m getting faded

This career of mine is going out to all the chicks I dated

First I couldn’t get 'em

Then I got 'em and they dumped me

Then I got 'em and I skated

It’s whatever, now they love me

I’m so chilly, really

I could see my team making a milli'

And if I’m the man in LA, I’m the man in any city

For now, I’m anonymous

They don’t know the answer but I’m what the problem is

The real is back, you fall off

I give you a verse then boom your appeal is back

It’s like that, I’ll be where the hype at

I’ma kill this, red dot, where the snipes at?

You a star huh?

Where your stripes at?

I’ve been frontline for like five years

You’ve been backseat for about ten

Now you salty 'cause in about half the time

I make groupies outta your friends

El Capitan

Homie, don’t play that

Don’t you know me and your girl, we go way back?

This shit too easy, this shit like free throws

She say she loves you but we know

Uh, I’m buzzin' out, everybody my cousin now

Everybody want credit, they ask for it and it doesn’t count

It’s understood around here

Still rep my neighborhood around here

My team been with me for no profit

Man they know they good around here

That’s family, that’s family though

This shit more than a cameo

This shit that I write in my bedroom gonna get us a Grammy though

Shit, I took old ass mixtapes that you could download free

Put that thing together on one record, hit Billboard the next week

I’m like the best-kept secret

Gotta be the next artist to pop

Living in the age of One-Hit Wonders

Waiting on the next artist to flop

That ain’t me though, I’m hitting every plate appearance

So when I’m on I got that fashionably late appearance

I’m El Capitan

Homie, don’t play that

Don’t you know me and your girl, we go way back?

This shit too easy, this shit like free throws

She say she loves you but we know

I’m all day with it, my OJ keep Bombay with it

No label tells me shit so when I drop there’s no delay with it

You Vegas for them stripper hoes I’m Vegas shooting' videos

And I got them all lookin', got your girl on her tippy-toes

Man I’m out here, this all that

Don’t test me, I don’t miss all that

Last fall, back to class

Exams of rap show back to back

Now the system can kiss my ass

Got my business major but without it got my business major

Now without reading no Wall Street I’ma get this business paper

Cut the BS, you should see us

I should be on ESPN

Way I’m killing all these records and leading my team to wins

I’m an All-Star point guard dishing out assists

Got the city on my back and a C on my chest

El Capitan

Homie, don’t play that

Don’t you know me and your girl, we go way back?

This shit too easy, this shit like free throws

She say she loves you (hold up I’m too throwed)

Yup, you could hate me now

All it means you and your girl are tryna take me down

Yup, I’m so cold that

I could turn your favorite current song into a throwback

Yup, never fake the funk

My music like my childhood, I never made the bunk

Yup, cashing all my checks

Jumping in the dating pool, splashing on my ex

Psych, ain’t no time for that

You can’t touch this hammer time Pack

I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man

Yup, El Capitan