IL Capo

(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more)
What you say?

(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more)

Come on, everyone gather 'round
You all don’t make one
Put in the effort, I’m not holding back
I’m adding another million to my bank account
And what your worthless chain is worth, I’ll smoke in two months

You don’t even make smoke, not even catching fire
You can’t blow me up, not even lighting me up
You’re super motivated, but I don’t give a damn
And I’m climbing high, I’m gonna give you light, here’s a candle

Blind, deaf, and mute, night and day
Jail’s for everyone, I don’t mess with the cops
I’m the daily grind for all your honeys
They know I’m rich, like those from Tiger Tony

Innovation nonstop, I deserve an Emmy
I’m not cut out for two-faced people, shove your Grammys
Penthouse in Miami, Velliri and Maserati
And you ain’t got no money

(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more)
What you say?

(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more)

Fonta, give me light or I’ll make the sign of the cross
You come out front, before you die, you
Without a tough guy face, just a little knife
'Cause your crew knows I pull the trigger

Born killer, skilled with the gun
If I pull out the assault one, two are going down
If I feel like the last Coca-Cola
Screw you, all my problems come with baggage

From the club millions, until death
Bling bling, the tough guy, the strong one
You got the message, I’m coming straight at you
I’m not here for anything, life’s either real or luck

Format, but don’t snitch
You’re acting all tough, but you can’t catch me
Perfume, after I smoke, for the stench
And screw these people, they ain’t money

(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more)
What you say?

(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more
No more, no more, no more)
(Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more)

I’m super high, you all stuck to the ground
You’re the stuck ones, I’m the one who’s really winning
Deal with that, that’s how God wanted it
Since I’m blessed, no spells can touch me

Back off the suck-ups to those revolutions
You’re not gonna kill me, not even in songs
Maybe the thieves, hungry and all that crap
And it kills my vibe to mess with you fools

Another 16 bars and the black guy’s in the bar
With half a bottle from the jug
Pour a drink, so we can clean up
All these lands and their lame music

They’re Indians with diamonds and I’m rolling in flip-flops
None of them can keep up, I’ll pass them even in a suitcase
For you, I’ll put you in a star and reach another planet
And when I come back down, I’ll land in my pot.