Y'all get up Y'all get up I'm gone make Y'all get up AKB yeah I'm gone make, y'all get up If you trash talking I'm gone make you bag it up I don't even chase cheddar, I still keep on racking up Like a bin of a paper shredder, I just keep on stacking up Boy you tripping, pack it up Why you always acting up While I'm here just cracking up Ha Ha I lead the whole saga AKB is in the building with my Lady Gaga Some call me King and Some call me Raja Yes I am your father Yes I am your dada Cuz I'm working harder My rap go rah tah tah tah I'm eating Par-atha-tha I'm rocking Par-ada-da I am here to win this It's nothing but, ride or die Go and put your pride aside Move your feet from side to side You said you were up but Everyone knows that chu lie Every time I jump I fly Take a look up at the sky Looking like Fourth of July AKB, and the K is for my Father I just stay in Motion, I keep on getting further I waited my turn bitch, I am not a cutter Better stay in line 'fore I put you in the dirt uh And I like my toast with a lotta fuckin' butter Did I mention cheese? This time I'm talking Gouda I don't have to please any mind that's in the gutter I'm just on my knees, praying I can beat the buzzer AKB, and the K is for my Momma Back in 01' They used to call me Osama Some call it pain and some call it trauma I just pray to Brahma I don't want no drama I don't want no drama Swagger like Obama Punchin' lines like bullet points but I don't need a gun uh I keep it one hunna Flow is on a burner Every time you listen There's a lesson you gone learn uh You get dumb n dumber I'm your favorite number Yes I'm saying, I'm the one I get plenty, you get none I'm having a lotta fun Guess I'm saying I'm not done Guess I just became a daddy I just made Hip Hop my son I just made Hip Hop my son Y'all get up Y'all get up I'm gone make Y'all get up Y'all get up Y'all get up I'm gone make Y'all get up And my trash talk is Hefty I'm gone make you bag it up Bag it up