Cakey
Pockets young menace rebel without a weakness life a
Beach im the wave, been iller then yall before a fetis
Sub atomic creature, b**hes n b**h n***as they leeches
Treat em even you tell em you need em I tell em need em-
To be leaving demonstrate the k**er flow to non believers
Now they not breathing. ya ho scotched tape to my
Penis, rock bape n retro sneakers blow speakers
Natural born leader but id rather lead myself to the
Wealth and da green sh** high off dese trees pickin
Georgia peaches fruits of my labour but I ain't eatin'
Em im d'n em likes its 4th quarter quarter back
Toss the quarter sack to my homie tell em roll sumin'
Pronto, we dream lavish n grind savage them
Young savages 40 point averages try n challenges us we
Fry challengers serve em wit the fried chicken dip em
In the d**h syrup wack rapper carrer kiler
Teacher said I could be governor but f** they
Political ideologies. rather be a champagne guzzler
You a customer need repellant you buggin the
Hustlers how u broke in 2012 so many
Opportunities in front of us, I tell my n***as lets get it
You dont wanna be apart of the system you a
Wanna-be snitching, wind up wit ya arteries missin
Messin with the wrong crowd, firearm sounds
Tryna be something that you not, fronting like you hot
Til them n***as run up in ya spot, take what you got
Ain't no breaks can't stop cuz they eye'n
Im rolling up weed good sh** yea the finest my
n***a I met in middle school he supplied us
But he sell dat white sh** now tryna stack his bread higher
Cherry popper, no cuffin my n***as swappin playin
San andreas bakers club cake sh** many layers
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The commission tryna
Pre-Pare for my greatness but they can't prepare me for myself
Im heavy u weightless, pants saggin, feelin myself
Brandish the logo on the belt, let the hoes know
Its a fly n***a dey talkin to, noone else on my
Level, if we talking my age f** it. so pointless
We dont compare scooters to rolls royces, way they break they
Neck swear these hoes jointless never, jointless im blunted
U lying to yaself if you say dat you dont love dis
Bakers club b**h. can't say it enough
Diddy puff, the weed smoke in my lungs girls
Holdin my arms.. like im buff. on a beat like
This I can't lose and I made it so thats times 2
Sittin at the top of the table murder all of these rappers
Im ready n able its not a fable me n my n***as
Pa**in fat joints, look like hot potatoe from faraway
In my penny hardaways, pick up ya phone call it
Quits, b**h, its, razzy fresco
Daddy fresco who got snaps on the petro
... make these n***as shiver talk sh**
But they whisper, slip in they misses like a splinter im
Splinter you n***as is turtles thats not ninja's
Hurdles thats not inches off the floor... love bendin' em
Hoes, buts u kno, dat I love my n***as more
And you know the code, homies over uhh
Homies over what? I dont even gotta say
Whats understood shouldn't have to be explained shoutout
To my n***a p. b-l-a-c... 2 k's (UH)
Bumpin 3k (UH) countin 4k (UH)
And shoutout my n***a dj holiday
n***a stay workin but he call himself holiday
That dont make no sense, guess it make dollars
Bakers club. commission sh**. n***a holla
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