Capitol Hill

[Intro]
It's BMB
I got somethin' to say
(Denaro, where the love at?)

[Chorus]
I'm just a bill
I'm just a bill chilling on Capitol Hill
Wasn't no drugs in my system, I keep me a Swisher, but still
With the same old militia, I came up and ran it up from kids
So I guess it's a party at the crib
But fuck it though, we got that bill
If you with it, I'm with it, you know we been in it for real
Through suspensions, jail sentence, my niggas been keepin' it thurl
With the same old militia, I came up and ran it up from kids
So I guess it's a party at the crib, hah

[Verse 1]
I came in with a swing
Had a plan, but the world interfered
Ever heard of a dream left deferred?
Other words, man, the story wasn't there
Sitting back having hella blurry thoughts
Flashback of my adolescent years
Certified as a real badass
Lil' nappy head Inglewood kid
I been sliding with my niggas in the field
Everything that I'm saying is a bill
I was taught that the pain gon' heal
Never thought that the game wouldn't give
And I'm still 'round my day one broskis
And the only thing changed was the year
I was trained to detect all drama
So we racing up the block if it is
Let's wild out, never forget the effort
If he step up on the corner, we leavin' him wet up
Slidin' and we glidin', it's no electric
Unless it's a function in the front yard
Niggas actin' hard like it's Tetris
Just to fit in, but they don't suspect that
Never been the one to deal with fuck shit
I just pour up all the juice to rev the engine

[Chorus]
Fuck it though, I'm just a bill
I'm just a bill chilling on Capitol Hill
Keep it indi-dope-'pendent, nigga, I don't know your deal
Damn, them street lights is hittin', I guess we gotta race it to the crib
I guess it's a party yet again, hah

[Verse 2]
Still we on Capitol Hill
Tryna get bread like the capital bill
Grew up on Yale, all my homies are dead
They got filled with that lead, how the fuck would you feel?
Lead in that bed, I was cryin' out my fears
I was hoping he just gave him longer to live
Granny and granddad was my mom and dad
And yeah, they ran they crib like they was Claire and Cliff
But to win, what would you really give up?
'Cause you cannot have no feelings involved
Lately, these people be feeling theyself
Airheads, they high off them helium tanks
And my girlfriend look like Hillary Banks
Out here, I'm tryna put milli' in banks
I am not tryna hear shit that you sayin'
Can you please get the fuck out of my face?
Hoo, damn, they don't really know the gameplan
They don't really know the game, man
Talk about 'em, let 'em talk about it
Been through a lot like I'm Savage
They don't really know that I'm a savage
They don't really know about my past tense
You gon' fuck around and see the madness
I might fuck around and reenact it
Reel it in, yeah, 'cause he an actor
You a dad, they won't see your bastard
You gon' fuck around and be a target
Clinically born to be an artist
From the Chi, colder than the Arden