YEAR OF THE CAP
Mayday
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday
That nigga walked in this bitch with a AK
Got yo' head spinning like Beyblade, mayday
My meat grade A, yo' weed, payday
Bumboclaat bitch, nigga dripping like lady
Mayday, these days nobody will fade me
Nobody do how they say they
Year of the cap, year of the lie
Popping a cap, you cannot cry
Nobody change, nobody try
What else is new?
Living for why? Living for who?
Living to die, living to burn, living to fry
Wait for your turn, open your eyes
Infinite screams, infinite sighs
I don't give fuck
I don't give fuck about you nigga
I don't even know what you do nigga
Run up on you with the tool nigga
Fix him right up, go to school nigga
Act like a clown you come off like a fool nigga
I'm in the pool with the clique, and we cool
Bigger man, bigger sack nigga
I'm in the back with ya bitch
Red and black figure
Lurk in the dark with the cracks, I'm in that fissure
I pay attention, I am observant
You don't get mentioned, make you my servant
I am not underground
Bitch, I've been breaking it
Don't fuck with other sounds, niggas is faking it
I don't wan' see what you doing
Niggas is mad that they losing
Every nigga I see that ain't doing enough
Always post on the internet, they gon' be up
So, I stay on top of my shit
Lil bitch I am glad I don't fit
I am an Indian. I'm not a spic
I am a darkie, Cubensis a spic
Didn't get to pick
Not gonna cap, not gonna lie
We can get down, we can get high
Oh, I forgot mike is also a spic, that be my guy
He has a dick, I have a dick on my waist too
My girl got pussy, but she keeps some cake
Ooh, what? You want a nigga to lie?
Wendigo got the word freak 'bove his thigh
Solsa from under
Bruhmane look like he could plunder without a blunder
Uh, you
You cannot keep up the pace
Dillinger got the word sleep on his face, facts
Shoutout my niggas that's eating
Sit in my room and yell until my teeth grin
I jack off into a chip bag
Niggas too pussy to talk about dicks that are in they draws
Fuck media, fuck laws
Look at your self, Look at your flaws
Demons tapping into niggas with bars
Female rappers yelling make me get hard
Not gonna lie, Not gonna front
I hear you sigh, ho what you want?
I smell your cunt, bitch and it stunk
Just like a skunk
Bring back punk, bring back rock
Nobody talk, See what it done to the block
No one know they neighbors
No one know who gave us everything that we got
This is how every rapper raps
"Run up on my hip with a stick and I let that shit hit"
Insolence (unacceptable)
Rap differently (ahh) unacceptable
Stop rapping the same way every song
You rap the same way every song