IsaiahThe3rd - Training Day Lyrics

Drugs in the stash
Cat on the stache
Bag full of cash
I just want it to last
Let you get a taste?
Dog I can't do that
Thoughts of the past
Head straight to the back
Head to the map
Everything slow I could see when they act
So I po up to match I ain't empty handed
You won't adapt meet the proton cannon
You ask my dad bet he call me Yankee
You ask my fans I'm like Yogi Berra
The Perfect Catch
Doobies be fat
Kitty be phat I'm like Arbunkle
Davy Jones got no heart for you
Result of hard work like carpal-tunnel

When I be doly, prolly call on my Kim and Chloe
IUDs so it's raw doggy
I know better shouldn't fall for it
Young G, Giovani love Persians need em all foreign
Blast off, get on the Rocket
What you need? Girl I make deposits

Zeke on fire, a slice of life
Cut em all with my shoulder blade
Disrespect catch the Ginyu fade
Intellect like Lil Dickys brain
We go, up, up, up and away
The man that's steals throwing cash parades
Robin Hood or Ollie Queen?

Everybody choose their own path
Man I owe it all to a wo-man
So never do I think I owe a man
Rarely do I listen, that's the innocence of children

Who'd ever tell
I'd be bouncing these tails
And living out tales
In and out hell
Mind like a Cell but Perfect as well
So train more than Goku
Keep up appearances but hate being social
I do not know you
But if you show love you can hop in the photo
This nigga loco
Motives so crazy
All for the chocha
Been saw you naked
Mastered the cha cha
They love the Cobra
Unlike dictators
Never been racist
Gold cap like the Prezzy
Trumped up and flagrant
You can't call me nigga
With no color in ya
All for green faces
We dance for paper
Modern Day Slavery, get it then
Don't follow orders ain't militant
She got deported but baby we'll meet again
Who believe in men?
Running through biddies the stakes is high
Won't bet on Jack like he Black N Mild
If strings attached then that ain't my style
I'm why she said she gon be awhile

Everybody choose their own path
Man I owe it all to a wo-man
So never do I think I owe a man
I just wanna be, I just wanna be

Cute like a Pomsky
Donned in that leather
She dancing for Fonzi
Falling for Ellas like Scienze and Lani
Do it for eye girl just like Kakashi
Bet you gon copy, what is our oath?
I'll show you the ropes and I'll put on the awnings
My life is starring IT 3 Finessing that broccoli
They hate to like me but bet they love me
The world is my Boston
Zaya a problem, King of 4th quarter
Don't try to stop me, might be too costly
Won't ask you to guard him, might be too Hardened
You might end up on the back of them cartons
She might end up with the god if you cross me
Might leave you salty, all of my Raps seasoned like Lowry

Gold and purp like the Mamba
I get coins and feed my mama
The man that steals needs a Lana
Nah truthfully need a conscience
Devil laughing at my concepts
For free will took the same steps
Cursed mark on my dark neck
Getting work off the dark web
They just playing wolves like Hartnett
I been doing this like Garnett