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I'm the man of the year/ feeling like putting both hands on my ears/ shit is so loud I can't hear/ surrounded by a crowd of my peers/ in a room lit with chandlers/ every chance, I get... I glance in the mirror/I feel like the shit, I'm the man round here/ pulled up to this bitch in a Porsche Panamera/ with a 'Pretty Woman', but I ain't Richard Gere/ I don't save hoes...you really can't tho, so let's switch gears/ fuck champagne! I'd rather sip beer/ there's one thing that I gotta get clear/ fuck whoever though that I would never get here/ I see the fake smiles, you can keep your veneers/ ...you only hate what you fear/ don't make it weird/ acting like you fuck with me and don't/ and please don't have me up against the ropes/ I seen the type of shit, you will never see up close/ the hate is dead to me, I ain't ever seen a ghost/ really what I'm saying is there ain't no coming back/ fuck going round in circles I don't see no fun in that/...shit, I don't even do doughnuts in the whip/ all my windows open... I zone to my shit/ man of the year, you should know what it is/ tah! But y'all don't even know when to quit/ 20 years deep, y'all ain't got nowhere/ you must smoke rock like Toronto's mayor/ I climb to the top, where there's not no stairs/ and I don't need a throne, just an all gold chair/ all gold everything, Trinidad James shit/ I would never make a side, my main bitch/ and I would never in my life, compare peaches to apples/ but who am I to judge? I ain't swinging a gavel/ I ain't wearing robe, we ain't sitting in court/ I'd rather be Spike Lee, tryna sit on the court/ like I just moved in, gotta sit on the floor/ I'm the man of the year, I should get an award! Uh!

Man of the Year - #PriMix

I don't know nobody who can body the flow/ like me, I'm "Hot Boy"...Reebok and Girbaud/ drop jewels when I spit, with out mouth full of gold/ Heavy Green is the team and we out here for sure/ and we out on the balcony, better watch out below/ I'm talking up so fucking high, I lost count of the floors/ I would lose track of time tryna count up the dough/ some people owe me, you don't know me, wonder how come he broke?/ shit...I just spend it/ the minute I get it/ I give a fuck about tomorrow cause I'm too busy living/ in the moment I'm in/ you never know when it ends/ I know when one door close, another opens again/ so...I don't give a fuck! go on lock the door up/ I kick the bitch down like I showed up with a warrant/ I ain't talking 5-0, I'm talking metaphoric/ tho I know somebody talking and they probably got rewarded/ can't afford a lawyer, now you got a 'court appointed'/ you thought that they were loyal, now they in the court pointing/ not everybody for you, and a lot of people poison/ cause they wanna wish you well, til it's time to throw a coin in/ they pollute it, not put loot in...that's trash in the water/ splash! Let em laugh, come back even harder/ uh...matter fact, come back like karma/ and while we talking bout it, pray I never have a daughter/ what you know bout me?
what you know bout me?
what you know bout me? Huh?
what you know bout me?

Know Bout Me - #PriMix

Ball Til Broke ft. @JS_Vocals

Yea the devil is a god damn lie/...told me if I sold my soul, I would meet "so and so" and that's when this shit'll pop...but I'm feeling like I done wasted my god damn time/ shits yet to pop/ should've kept rock rolling/ Mick Jagger with a baggy/ but. that shit could go badly/ cause drugs are bad mmmmkay Mr. Mackey/ and I don't need no nosey ass neighbors looking at me/ plus...lord knows, who else is looking at me/ same mafuckas only getting at me when they @ me/ but never to my face, not even thru FaceTime...just thumbs to a touch screen/ fuck these/ spineless mafuckas, they ain't nothing/ thinking shit is sweet, sugar running threw their bloodstream/ I'm a come clean/ all I want's one thing/ that's the crown...told y'all for the umpteenth time/ I'm the mother fucking man/ you ain't giving me a shot? I'm a run up gun in hand/ better pray to god..that the gun'll jam/ cause you'll be one of many, think another Son of Sam/ understand/ I could give a fuck less if you ever become a fan/ I got enough 'Stans'/ all I need's fam/ it's me and my compadres/ hundred dollar entrees/ Cipriani's, bitches on me while I'm on stage/ check IG if you need proof/ fitted hats, 3 piece suits/ you would think I'm in the draft...the devil is a lie, but Pri speak truth/ thats no lie...I tell it like it is/ I don't mind that the elevator, smells like piss/ cause the climb to the top's never pleasant/ uh! I beat em in the head until they're dead or get the message/ or at least on the brink of it, someone get a medic/ come to think of it, til someone give me credit/ I'm a have to do it to em, like "ooh kill em" Terio, bury your ass lord willing/ I can climb out this hell hole/ even tho they said that shit'll never happen, only after hell froze/ well the hell if I ain't got the coldest flow out this bitch, make it rain, sleet, hail, snow/ blood's cold like a fridge full of donor blood/ so gung-ho, never had shit growing up/ so...when I get it, you gon know what's up/ Heavy Green is the team and it's only us/ two things...you can hate, or you show us love/ either way, I hit the Kanye shoulder shrug/ ...cause the devil is a lie/ so tell me why these other rappers stories aren't holding up/ but got the nerve to wear a gold hey-zeus piece/ shout out to the real, FREE BOOSIE!/ oh...and watch out for the wheels, they'll throw you under buses like Wale did Juicy/ uh!

The Devil Is A Lie - #PriMix

This is my version of Drake's new single..."Started From The Bottom" Be sure to follow me on Twitter & Instagram @Vacapri and "like" me on Facebook.com/BobbyCapri #MagnificentMinds #InstantGratification #HeavyGreen #FTB #OTS

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