[Verse 1]
Ruff'n'rugged, while I'm puffin' nugget
Mr. Nice Guy's comin' it's a must to plug it
While we're on the subject I done changed the style
It's been a little while since I released a project
Awh shit, where them bars kid?
I got punch lines designed with hard hits
In my car lit, thinking it's a starship
Cause my BIC stays flicked like guitar picks
Steady movin' how I walk in the street
Rep' the P.D. but never talk to police
You know it's C.G. how I hop on a beat
Till you hip-hop snobs say "Gosh he's a beast!"
Then hop in ya seat hit stop 'n repeat
Find me propped on a beach with a lobster to feast
And quit your talking, cause talking is cheap
And load a [?] like a Rasta with weed
Keep the trees lit in my Japanese lit in my Japanese whip
It's so cloudy that I could hardly see shit
I'm bumpin Three Six feelin' like I'm Jesus
Feelin' blessed like I was born with three dicks
(3 dicks?)
Please believe it, I make the crowd throw it up like bulimics
Flip a beat quick treat it like it's capsized
Or a 59FIFTY was your cap size
Fuck you rap guys, y'all corny
Fucking crap rhymes, y'all bore me
I just wrote the best album of my life
For cats who don't like it I'mma stab 'em with the mic
Acting like the shit, but you lames are not
You belong up in a chamber pot
I'm known to spit fire, boy the flames are hot
And on a dis don't miss like I'm aimin' shots (bloaw)
And I don't own a Glock, but on the microphone I ain't known to stop
I'm like a flat top stove, in the zone I'm hot
So when I shoot first it's the only shot
Even stars envision, with more bars then prison
That's why going hard ain't a hard decision
I'm ready to bet it all on the cards I'm givin'
I got the pedal to the floor like the cars I've driven
You catch my drift like a stick shift
Got my name on your girls mouth like it's lipstick
Just another Triscuit, feelin' like a misfit
Checkin' off my wishlist, can I get a witness
You know who it is, Cam Groves
Stay murkin' like a pubic [?]
Yo, I'll keep rhyming till it stops
Mr. Nice Guy go and buy it when it drops