I got this, motherfucker, I just have to relax
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, deep down, I know you, you really love me though
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Slammed, every time I rap, it’s like a crack attack
All my baby mamas is stalkers, they want the rabbit back (Yeah)
Learnt my lesson, fuckin’ with groupies, now it’s a wrap for that
Bitches quick to snitch to them people, ho’, you a rat for that
She always shittin’ on a nigga dreams
Back when Diego used to send me my money taped in a magazine
She play with her nose, so I look at her like a dope fiend
Meanwhile I’m sippin’ Tahitian, treatin’ promethazine (Yeah)
Meanwhile I’m runnin’ in circles, tryin’ to be more commercial
Rapper niggas scared to collab’ with me, I’m too controversial (What? Huh)
I say “Fuck them niggas, suck a dick”
He might record it, if the boy don’t support it, you just a fuckin’ lick
Lately, I’ve been focused on movies and not the music (Yeah)
Underrated, but I still feel like I ain’t got shit to prove
These niggas hate the seven-figure bank statements, ain’t no illusion
Boy, you stepped on, and my story ain’t ever been convoluted
It’s the ‘caine train, hundred percent, fresh off the lip (Bitch)
Chopper shot wet, nothin’ but net, I hear the swish (Swish)
I can get arrested, long as my enemies rest in piss (Bitch)
Nigga crossed me, then he lost me and I ain’t fucked with him since (Bitch)
In a year, I’ma be on the red carpet, me and my bitch (Yeah)
They’ll be postin’ anniversaries ’bout the day you got hit, nigga (Ah, yeah, you remember that?)
Made him twerk it, bullets got his body shakin’
Have a nigga mama sayin’ (You know what you thinkin’?)
Slammed, every time I rap, it’s like a crack attack (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas lookin’ for triple S’s, they want the rabbit back (Yeah)
Fuck her back and forth, niggas busters, they want to battle rap
In the mirror, pickin’ my outfit, I got my gat attached
Next year, might retire from rap and be stinky rich
They’ll be postin’ anniversaries ’bout the day you got hit, nigga Made him twerk it, bullets got his body shakin’
Have a nigga mama sayin’ (You know what you thinkin’?)
Yeah
Do you know what you’re thinkin’?
And put some flowers on your shit too, nigga (Haha, fuck)
Yeah (Fuck, yeah)
It’s your anniversary, it’s our anniversary
It’s our (Yeah)
It’s our special day
Mr. ‘Caine Train
Do you know what today is?
Yeah
It’s our anniversary
They gon’ post that shit for like three days (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, you and me
And on to the next rapper, nigga
Onto the next shit, nigga
Today is a special day