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Vernacular Video (MV)




Performed By: King Capital A
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Alexander Lloyd




King Capital A - Vernacular Lyrics




I do my best to work the hardest as an artist
Every verse ghost written, I ain't throwing out a bargain
Every hater sneak dissing, just another target
Roll out the red carpet, I'm just getting started

Yellow tape on the beat, deadly departed
Color purple on my feet, I call it Celie when I'm walking
I'm the cleanest when I walk in
Diamonds gleaming when I'm talking, I'm sonning all you rappers

Without me you'd be some orphans
King, now you see why I got it
I should dumb it down a bit, but that's a personal problem
Rollie on the wrist, I got a problem with the shopping

I used to play with rap, but now it's more than a hobby
Freestyling in lobbies while the coppers try to find me
Now we work to charter jets so we can mob with the Saudis
Turban tied tight, I walk with a halo around me

Master Chief when I speak, salute if you around me
I'm the same if solo or I got a group around me
They try to copy the sound, but you can't replicate the bodies
No human, octagonal or red light could stop me

Teflon don, modern day Gotti
Watch it, like your favorite flick or show on
I told them watch the watches, they telling me not to show off
Ahead of my time, I'll cop the coupe to cut the dome off

How you say you balling, you on wifi with your phone off
Sending shots, scoring, I'm soaring, I'll never fall off
Ahead of myself, I said Cap, you really going off
So drop your best verse, tell me how I look this good

And got the best work, going toe to toe with me
You should stretch first, get blessed first
Get in tune with your network
And double check your net worth, cause I got it all on lock

Word to Wentworth, my bars, body shots
Punch lines have your chest hurt
Song game phenomenal, you still playing catch up
Feeling like a dive, dry pool going head first

Scene left looking like ketchup
And that's light
A lot of you rappers can't talk to me, I'm just talking
Hold that

Facts
Yellow tape over everything man
This is light too man, I'm telling y'all
King me

King me
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I do my best to work the hardest as an artist
Every verse ghost written, I ain't throwing out a bargain
Every hater sneak dissing, just another target
Roll out the red carpet, I'm just getting started

Yellow tape on the beat, deadly departed
Color purple on my feet, I call it Celie when I'm walking
I'm the cleanest when I walk in
Diamonds gleaming when I'm talking, I'm sonning all you rappers

Without me you'd be some orphans
King, now you see why I got it
I should dumb it down a bit, but that's a personal problem
Rollie on the wrist, I got a problem with the shopping

I used to play with rap, but now it's more than a hobby
Freestyling in lobbies while the coppers try to find me
Now we work to charter jets so we can mob with the Saudis
Turban tied tight, I walk with a halo around me

Master Chief when I speak, salute if you around me
I'm the same if solo or I got a group around me
They try to copy the sound, but you can't replicate the bodies
No human, octagonal or red light could stop me

Teflon don, modern day Gotti
Watch it, like your favorite flick or show on
I told them watch the watches, they telling me not to show off
Ahead of my time, I'll cop the coupe to cut the dome off

How you say you balling, you on wifi with your phone off
Sending shots, scoring, I'm soaring, I'll never fall off
Ahead of myself, I said Cap, you really going off
So drop your best verse, tell me how I look this good

And got the best work, going toe to toe with me
You should stretch first, get blessed first
Get in tune with your network
And double check your net worth, cause I got it all on lock

Word to Wentworth, my bars, body shots
Punch lines have your chest hurt
Song game phenomenal, you still playing catch up
Feeling like a dive, dry pool going head first

Scene left looking like ketchup
And that's light
A lot of you rappers can't talk to me, I'm just talking
Hold that

Facts
Yellow tape over everything man
This is light too man, I'm telling y'all
King me

King me
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Writer: Alexander Lloyd
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