What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
(I) eff with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) food all up in my bellu
(Lose) I prove you flopped already
Brace yourself for the main event
lu's impatiently waiting
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? ian , Capt and stink
Ain't no best, lu boards, twit accounts, flossed out, greedy
I smack yall with napalms
Blows up, no guts, left FnF gone
How could capt be garbage?
food n liquor is n my garbage
Burner at the side of your dome, u aint got no throne I got this, locked since '01
I am the truest, name a boardie that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all flowers but now I keep my eyes on the tulips
With Hawaiian sweet bread, kept my name in his music
I play xbox, left for dead, its dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, lu hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
lu justt piss on me, shit on me, spit on my blogs (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but when on twitter
he some "well wishers," makin ugly faces cuz he bitter
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these sheeps keep calling, like he lil bo peep
That this Lupe and FagNF Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a fountain, looking for water, he climbing mountains
This for santos and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When Souljaboy already made an track called turnt up
First, Bishops ya man, then you got the nerve to drop the whole FNF
Dick sucking lips, why not you let the late, great demarco castle shine
Y'all niggas deal with leaked records like bitches
What's sad is I hate you 'cause you're my sister
You traded your riches for skateboards
My child, I've watched you grow up to be almost famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that still aint made it
You seem to be only concerned with climbing mountains
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, so u took karate?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was getting eff in the A
Calling my crib and with ya cheap ass prepaid phone
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with Capt
Wearing tight jeans, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars lupe, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, looking super gay
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a frog
I still out rap your ass, you 27 and u still aint go platinum dog?
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick-push the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your album leak slow
Is he lu Diddy, Dame luppy or lu Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and bishop g is Puffy (ewwww)
chilly chill got locked up, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together,i drop hits, y'all drop sh**
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
twitters hot rock fellas, u gots no follows, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
shayla G got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to pharrell you wack
And your man leaked "im beaming" and made you take the blame
You ass, went from da pak to hanging with gemini ,unkle, to Busy
And, jay-z murdered you on your own shit
You a atlantic label slave, plus gets no attention
NCs niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, F-N-F get gunned up and clapped quick
mathew santos get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Wasalu to lupe, damn you gots no hits
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of kanye's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of his classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask this!