Ask Me Tyler Gary (Ft. Capital STEEZ)

[Intro: Capital STEEZ]

If you ask me
Jay STEEZ keep it bumping like acne
You know the team
We run it like athletes at track meets
And ain't nobody coming pass me
She said never let these niggas catch you slippin'
And never give your all to the cold hearted bitches as an infant
You've always been gifted with the rightest touch
Might as well use them gold caps as your protection

[Verse 1: Tyler]

Life is getting real
Things are getting crazy
Half the girls I went to high school with are having babies
I'm still smoking weed and trynna save for a Mercedes
And maybe date somebody who isn't shady... (we'll see)
Never gave a fuck about politics
Probably cause I'm part of a generation that's hard to fix
White collar pricks trynna hoard all the mula Momma
Then they ask what's wrong with my medulla oblongata, fucked up
The only way I manage to forge a grin on my face is when I'm getting sucked up
And when that nut busts its back to reality
Fuck everybody on the news spittin' travesties
The King of Dope Sofas, bow to your majesty
Judge a man by his mind not his salary
You can count on me like a calorie
To lay them facts while filtering the fallacies