Capone's Demise

Ghosts and ghouls and creatures unknown (ayy) Are not what make a haunted home You'll come to find you're just alone And all these demons are your own At this rate, I might just die next Hold up, let me digress Why these bitches always want you more when you try less (why?) Street dreams Seen my life bubblin' in the Pyrex I'm talking money, you can't even speak my dialect Gibberish Funny how this money made me frivolous You bitches sick, probably why Capone died from syphilis Ridiculous How the fuck you trickin' with your stimulus? I'm livid, but I give 'em what I'm livin' with the vividness Just being brown, that gets you blacklisted (yeah) Especially when you can rap gifted like last Christmas Talkin' fish scale, but they catfishing I pack bricks in the back benches of black Benzes (woo) Feds act vicious, I snap, they snap pictures I'm back bitches This wack system fronted on me 'cause they lack wisdom (damn) Fuck a wave, this a baptism Hero-Villain, that's my last victim (haha, yeah)