[Mr Green :Hook]
I got popo trynna catch me
These churches trynna to save me
This gold around my neck and my pockets getting fuller
This kush all in my system
I be high , these clouds are friendly
Mane we cartal to the very
I got girlies trynna do me cos I'm Bak'd
I'm bak'd x2
They be like he bak'd
We bak'd x2
Damn that n***a be bak'd
He bak'd x2
Cartal n***a we bak'd
We bak'd x2
[Verse 1:chris k]
Preaching on these lectures
Filling on these records
Hol'up. Statistics of a lyricist
Kickin kicks to backpack rappin zone in I'm the legacy
Bustin doors till I knock front of yuur skull cap
And I ain't frontin, Appealing the rapture full clip
Foolish, I do this, was born on cloud 9 with 16 bars bricks
I rep LB I'm the only cap stone of the pyramid
Now I carter gang bangin sound till I speak melodies
Now quote the word life on me Chris k
I flip verse to word on my note till I spit holy water..
The blessing fallin from above try to duck the honor
Cr-crack from behind till I duck stand over water
Outstanding on em, Lord of rap then I brake on gap
Castrol on my gas, while I keep it fast
Metal bars jail rack, then I keep impact
On the rap game jag with a God rap jag
Man I concurred it..
Grind grind grind till I see hustle resigning
Directed green on that exit lighting
Make space for the chosen one
Bartender bars so bottles be pack of bars
We customize the rap with wrap check the bars
I'm the best and yuu ain't know it
[Mr Green :Hook]
I got popo trynna catch me
These churches trynna save me
This gold around my neck and my pockets getting fuller
This kush all in my system
I be high , these clouds are friendly
Mane we cartal to the very
I got girlies trynna do me cos I'm Bak'd
I'm bak'd x2
They be like he bak'd
We bak'd x2
Damn that n***a be bak'd
He bak'd x2
Cartal n***a we bak'd
We bak'd x2
[Verse 2:Pharoah Phazzy]
Its january's very own
I'm a high roller , I'm a capricon
I came in the game and I sow , its high time I rip it off
I'm swerving off , I'm raw
I ain't cooked , I'm bak'd
And for real my n***a , don't act
Last verse , last n***a to fill in the pace
Enough small talk , let me cut to chase
Address , I'm blowing money fast
Giving these strippers a slice of the bread
Pharoah's the name , phazzy the n***a to blame
Lyrical beast that's the clan ,we making it rain
Yall n***as be talking about it, they talking that talk
You talking that talk ,we grinding hard
Getting that dough, is that why you mad us for
Pretending like u don't see us n***a
Buh you always picturing us like you listening to your stereo
Can't get on my back , can't get on my back
Can't get on my case
I thought I told you before , I'm the best there is and that ever was
Pharoah check the time line , numbers don't lie
You n***as I don't buy
Saying I'm a one hit wonder
Yea I'm a once hit wonder on your girl , gon hit it once
Never strike again like thunder
[Mr Green :Hook]
I got popo trynna catch me
These churches trynna save me
This gold around my neck and my pockets getting fuller
This kush all in my system
I be high , these clouds are friendly
Mane we cartal to the very
I got girlies trynna do me cos I'm Bak'd
I'm bak'd x2
They be like he bak'd
We bak'd x2
Damn that n***a be bak'd
He bak'd x2
Cartal n***a we bak'd
We bak'd x2
[Verse 3:Hu$tle]
I got pop trynna catch me
These girlies trynna trap me
This gold around my neck , this ice on my wrist got me feeling fresh
This dough up in my pocket , we too attached like a wall to a socket
I'm swagged out to the max
Yeah am. a dog buh a n***a don't bite
Plus they said I'm deselected when I told her she ain't right
Mane my note pad going on strike cause all my lines are priceless
Ain't nobody perfect
Buh it seems so when you look at our pictures
They looking at us like tools so these broke n***as screaming 'fix us'
And this verse
Was never rehearsed, coming fresh out of the scriptures
This booth is my confessional
Mane I gat here feeling like a pilgrim
We the realest, illest,not forgetting trillest
Spreading realness , through illness
Like this ain't spitting, mane I'm sneezing
Yeah
L.B that's the fam
I put yall n***as on my back
T.C.G that's the fam
We gat the swag, something you like
And we shinning so bright like screw your candy paint
Fist fulla dough no oven but you can see I'm bak'd n***a!!
[Verse 4:Mr Green]
L.B that's the fam, I put yall n***as on my back
f** that beef tip bra let's ball
We gon count paper so tall
I just pray we never fall and together we shall stand
Always strapped like rubber bands
Blow them haters away like sand
[Outro:Mr Green]
Haha I'm bak'd
Shout out goosen n***a
Shout out faded, chris k, yung Hu$tle
Pharoah phazzy
Shout out tha n***a neemias
Shout out izzy , shout out jay nerd
I see ya
Shout out kale
God bless you mane