Cubano White - Pastel lyrics

Pastel Pt 1- Prod. R3X Wonder [Verse 1: R3X Wonder] This that, multicolored flow, multiple dimension doe I brought the recipe and yeah you gon eat it cold Soft serve in the middle if you want it froze I'm back with the cake, back with the baker board Grinding through these little poles I don't need ya vote f** a booth Imma spit it everywhere I go I got the properties, my specimen's genetic gold I seen the prophecy and now I'm Trynna let you know This world never what it seems What it all means ? They wanna rob ya for ya dreams And ya icing (eyes seeing) So I'm just Trynna give you food For that ice cream But don't desert ya dreams For them hyped schemes So now you plugged in Live for a minute And realize that d**h never really means you finished You don't really want them thoughts Don't lean on the limits Just pick like every lemon Peel them f**as for a living Make a little bit of pie Make a scene if you feel it Then smash that full pastry in they mouths if they sleeping A sweet awakening, these baby minds I'm cradling They heads be so damn soft i think its mayballine Might need parental supervision when you see my things I know the night terrors Tear apart, who don't believe Ill leave you sweaty with them fevers Shaking on ya features Is either me or them Eventually you gonna feel us Anonymous agendas, revolutionary teachers You say you wanna play the game why you on the bleachers? I swear it never feels the same when you play to keep it But you don't really play the same when you Trynna lead it Method Man and ODB: "People can see it, but it's like sometimes I start to think like the hip hop audience ain't that intelligent sometimes you know? Where they don't pick up on it, because they let the corniest sh** get the most AirPlay. Know what I mean? The most unconscious sh** get the most AirPlay, it's like what the f** is wrong with y'all? And then run up on me talking about "keep it real" don't run up on me saying keep it real if you ain't supporting the real...bottom line." ODB: "It's The government, the government brain wash our people..." Pt2 - Prod. Cubano White [Verse 2: R3X Wonder] Stack layers of the bread that I bake Get a slice of the mind And the bread that I break Little frost on the cake Told my little momma Imma cut when its done Took a lick of the great Let her hit for the daze All day All day wanting flavor Some sinning behavior All this cake that I cater Ate her cake then Ked her Biddie swung for the paper Striked out, never based her Too acidic my thoughts The Ph gonna break her Melt the right amount of candle wax Like off the dome I'm lit as crack Just take a hit you feign for fact You seen the dream but still relax So here I am screaming back back back... They sell you dem clothes But stealing yo bags They know how you boast They feeding you tags Got scheme in them flags They blowing that smoke They know you gon drag They know you gon laugh And share in them posts Like f** it who dat "yeah f** it I'm sad" Press like for the prayers Praise the lord