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