ALL CAP (feat. Brandon Diaz)

MFs think they bring DOOM, that’s all cap I leave rooms with a clawed back that's all facts My cheese blue and they all rats I been knew that my straw stacked My gene pool like the top caste Brahman, jewels dropping from my noodle They tryna checking me like a to do thats cuckoo They get clocked now they seeing tweedie circling their booboo Face sprayed like graffiti My right fist Basquiat Left hand Banksy Loved by the youth. Old heads can't stand me Wanna abort my path, move forward with Plan B If I wait my funds won't go where they can be I'm here to destroy New York... Sandy Make that new flow antique Get that two door fancy You and ya team could get raided like the pantry You're getting nominated to get snubbed like the Grammys Now you're dancing like a fork in the socket I know that it's shocking that I flow in the pocket So well when my skin tone is so blinding I guess I learned soul from the roads that I'm winding Fall back on your fall back I'm seeing through ya act you ain't getting no call back You're sticking out like that logo on ya ball cap Im Supreme, y'all BOGO you can’t box me in I thought fashion was unique? Y'all just Rocky's twins Y'all copy him. All these trends it's obvious All these kids is awkward and want they clothes to talk for em I'll lay down chalk for them Cause my looks kill like medusa No Versace on me I rock puma, but my pockets bulky Moola make her wanna do the Kama Sutra Hulk me, rip my shirt off like Buddha But who’da thought I get so crazy so luda- Cris move the bitch out the way to take the view in I been spewing too long I'm feeling nauseous I think need a partner I’ll take this shit from here and wish ‘em dearest I’m on their list of fears and wished appearance Lotta blue and gold, in all reports of how my fiscal year is Donny boxing rappers in like Christmas near, and Shawty like “relax and kiss your lover” So I turned around and kissed the mirror (mwah!) F*ck the Feragammo, last season’s wear Milano backstreets Catch me during tax season monogram the luggage Reading “bad”, with the carry on packed with mad reefer Rappers all caps, And it never work like a bad keyboard Like a bad keyboard! (HAHAHA) 2 seater getaway Too deep and ahead & they Lose sleep, when my pen and the Loose leaf come together, and it’s Flu season my shot up and- Oopsies it’s wet again This rap embedded since mama lived in the tenement Roaches sharing the bed again Holes and mold on the bread and when I was 10 with a cigarette Mama raised me a gentlemen Tellin' me: “let em live” I can’t give em another entering Better I cerebellum-ly bend em On this adrenaline You can’t stop it Vials of they blood up in my pant pocket And college should teach my stanzas As advanced topics She in a trance off the damn crop I told her that her chance flopped Once she started fucking with my brand optics Wrong move- Big dog with the bark and bite Roll the red carpet out The last known archetype Bitch can’t ghost me, I’m poltergeist And yet I never felt more alive