I can't take this bull%#@! that yall feeding me,
I'm aGG-ravated, bringing out the G in me,
I'm Capeesh, so I know what yall C in me,

Hit the greenery, marvel at the scenery,
Never boring when you're touring,
After pouring liquor on the curb for him,

Cause you caught the $#&@er snoring,
You understand me, do I look like I'm foreign,
When I'm flooring it in a foreign whip, scoring chiks,

Yea, rocking out performances, hot, always slaughter it,
Beat you to pulp, no fiction, like some oranges,
Hang around trees all day like an ornament,

Shoot ya video shoot up, and record the %#@!,
Now that's gangsta, but that aint what I'm all about,
I'd rather get his (*##$es digits, and then call her out,

I got my Spalding out, bounce, see I'm balling now,
Stand-up guy all around, never falling down.
Never had a ghost-writer, I turn writer's into ghosts,

And I always spit fire, like a lighter's in my throat,
So every time I open it, I'm choking on the smoke,
So much weight on my back, that my shoulder bone is broke,

Got a spine out of line, and a couple ruptured discs,
And my flow's got AID's so you couldn't $#&@ with this,
But you can suck a dick, cause you on that sucker %#@!,

You the type that doesn't spit, and who wouldn't bust a clip,
And if he attacks, then I quickly react,
In a Dickie's ski mask, leave hickies, we blast,

Like bow, bow, bow, Waka Floka ad-libs,
Like Lil' Bow Wow, got a lot of bad kids,
Yea, Yea, I be sonning em, Cannon, I be drumming em,

It's funny they be wondering, why he's in the number one,
Yea, he be coming from, way down under them,
Treat em like !#@$ Zombies, blast em with the thunder gun.

I'm positive that I've reached my breaking point,
I can feel it in my bones and each my aching joints,
I'm so hot, that even Satan points,

I'm a MVP, you be cheating, shaving points,
So save it, I'm King David from the Bible,
You steady serving idols, no survival for my rivals,

So when there's beef, we ride it out like a tidal,
I'm coming for the title, standing tall like the Eiffel,
You talking spiteful, grab the rifle off the night stool,

Talking tough on Facebook, and still nobody like's you,
And that's it homie, that's just how it goes,
Getting screwed out ya deal, like you're signed by power tools,

I'm making power moves that'll knock you out ya shoes,
$#&@ing bad (*##$es like the chik from Powder Blue,
I'll cut ya fingers off, couldn't count on you,

I'm on the up and up, so what you down to do?