YEAR OF THE CAP lyrics

[Intro]
Mayday
Mayday, mayday, mayday
Mayday, mayday, mayday

[Verse]
That n*gga walked in this b*tch with a AK
Got yo head spinning like Beyblade, mayday
My meat grade A, yo weed, payday
Bumboclaat b*tch, n*gga 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 f*ck
I don’t give f*ck about you, n*gga
I don't even know what you do, n*gga
Run up on you with the tool, n*gga
Fix him right up, go to school, n*gga
Act like a clown, you come off like a fool, n*gga
I'm in the pool with the clique and we cool
Bigger man, bigger sack, n*gga
I’m in the back with ya b*tch
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
b*tch, I've been breaking it
Don't f*ck with other sounds, n*ggas is faking it
I don't wan' see what you doing
n*ggas is mad that they losing
Every n*gga I see that ain't doing enough
Always post on the internet, they gon’ be up
So I stay on top of my sh*t
Lil’ b*tch, 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 di*k, I have a di*k on my waist too
My girl got pus*y, but she keeps some cake
Ooh, what? You want a n*gga 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
Shout-out my n*ggas that's eating
Sit in my room and yell until my teeth grin
I jack off into a chip bag
n*ggas too pus*y to talk about di*ks that are in they draws
f*ck media, f*ck laws
Look at your self, look at your flaws
Demons tapping into n*ggas 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 c*nt, b*tch, 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
[Outro]
This is how every rapper raps
"Run up on my hip with a stick and I let that sh*t hit [Gibberish]"
Insolence (Unacceptable)
Rap differently
Unacceptable
Stop rapping the same way every song
You rap the same way every song