[Intro]
Yeah
Creampie Creations
Fuck Wu-Chang
Y'all don't deserve to be in the music game
Listen

[Verse]
Here we go again, it's time to spit you some facts
Who-Chang had a chance to sign me and you know that they passed
They said they wanted competition, I'll give 'em that
I'm the whole bottle of the music game, and you just got the cap
You spoiled brats, you know what is shitty?
Looking at the charts, and seeing names that's not in the city
Are you kidding? Anything for that clout, huh?
Who-Chang lost touch of what the music game's about, cuh!
Fucka you, Paff
Heard your music, and I think that your style is trash
That shit's a pass
I have everything that you fuckin' wish that you had
You fuckin' clout chaser
Who-Chang's an echo chamber
My mama always told me not to go and talk to strangers (Sorry mom)
It must be nice to have a studio you don't use
I guess that's just the way she goes when shit gets handed to you
I worked for years
Got nothing, blood, sweat, and tears
You ask for a studio and then that shit appears?
And then you rub it in my face like you cocksuckers earned it?
I'm the biggest bridge in the music game, and you burned it
Shout outs to Dean
He hooked me up, realized my dream
And gave me things I need to take over the music scene
Cap made "Rags to Riches", now he think he fly
I'll send his ass back to rags in just the blink of an eye
If you think you can beat me, then you actually trippin'
My name is half of plaques on the wasted space of ya building
Who-Chang's time is tickin'
The Titanic sinkin'
You can't stand the heat, then get the fuck outta my kitchen
You pussies getting fucked, and you know I just got the tip in
Call me Ramee on this track, 'cause all I'm doin' is spittin'
Lil Cap's tracks, they drag on and on
The same repeated fucking chorus 20 times a song
You need to innovate
Your sound is hella played
Hey Cap, make a track about how Mr. K's dick tastes
I bet it's great!
Look at how they react
Chang Gang is hella mad
'Cause Bobby went and killed the best artist Wu-Chang's ever had
And you know I'm right
Shit, you're losing this fight
It's hard to murder a Bobby when you haven't killed a beat in your life
Yeah, okay
So, I'm throwing some shade
'Cause every single person you sign, you think that you made
You shoulda stuck to robbin' banks, I creampied this game
So in reality, I'm the one who gave birth to Who-Chang
Okay, okay
The Skittles platinum plaque, it can stay
'Cause we all that know Chang Gang is the real Skittles Gang
The entire city stuck to you because of your name
But I don't play that game
Dick ridin's never been my thang
I got a hundred K
For anybody that starts huntin' K
Their music goes right through me, they should change their name to PF Chang's
Who-Chang can go and push their dirty gem all day
The fact remains, he will always just be a Jade
Come on Lil Cap, I told you, man, you shoulda listened
Singing to Who-Chang Records was a dumb decision
The motto for the Chang Gang is use 'em and ditch 'em
Just go and ask Bobby, he got shot for pursuing his vision
You lip singing bitches, you can't perform live
You Kamikazed the charts the way you nose dived
I feel sorry for you, Cap, man, they gassed you, son
You can't expect to kill the GOAT with just a cap gun