[Verse 1: Frzy]
My lifestlye is moscato and Pablo
As long as there's air in my nostrils
These dudes wanna shot at my gospel
But I only give out shots to hostiles
God as my witness and apostles
Cross me and get found as fossils
My place the last place you might turn up
Probly cause last place is where you'll turn up
We were on the same path 'til I turnt up
And now my voice speaks volumes
Y'all turn up
Uh
An homie I ain't done
My life high stakes and I ain't got A1
You were a mistake before I ever made one
Now its Breitlings
I stopped robbin' n***as
Now I'm Nightwing
Chillin' in fly houses
With nice wings
Seein' things
Your imagination has never seen
I mean
My money works for me
My cake got a boss no TLC
I'm only M.I.A. when I'm at K.O.D
The only club y'all see is a BLT
Free
That's my name don't wear it out
My girl walks the runway I clear it out
My team not full from me is Tomfoolery
You call My bars bars
I call 'em eulogies
[Verse 2: Frzy]
Cake cake cake
Cake cake cake
At the height of your career you make short cake
I'm Gettin' spins in England I make pound cake
They sleep me now they wake
That's coffee cake
Cake cake cake cake cake cake
I'm groomed for success
I make wedding cake
Got a taste of fame from this cup cake
They try'n f** me in the game f**in' fruitcakes
While these Cowardly n***as
Is Making yellow cake
I let that soak in
And get sponge cake
Cake
Now they sour
From this lemon cake
Cause their girl got scooped
Off this ice cream cake
That was cake
Tell 'em wait
While they hate
I'm on a date
Out-of-state
I know they can't relate
Writing this second verse was a piece of cake
Welcome to the new age
Here's ya birthday cake