Boi-1da - Pro Cakes 2 lyrics

[Intro: Swa*kMasterRaw] Good God almighty, Pro-Era has come To bless you with another beautiful,beautiful,beautiful track You got a slacker, you got a dirtbag, you got a cautionary guy But f** with it though, on some sh** We bout to k** the game We comin' for yo life, and we comin' for yo wife But im just sayin', It's a Pro-Era thing bruh BEASTCOAST All that other sh**, here today, gone tomorrow bruh [Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez] Yeah, f** it Im in outer space right now Can you feel it? Cause I can feel it My track-list heavy metal like blacksmith Black sabbath, Black list, like Capone Frontin' like I don't drop dope quotes I'm back at it, liquor, weed, dope music I'm a party alone Leavin' rappers so shook & the richter scale broke Build tracks like a railroad Get bent like an elbow In rain, sleet, hail, snow Made my heart grow cold so Don't get me mad, because you got no hands Tick tock, get clocked on time We the cream and the beans of the crop Who co-sign? f** the industry They fishes in the pail, they ain't great whites they pale Aligned seven chakaras, I'm enlightened Something light righteous, that's right like this Free your mind, I rewind you toys Paint pictures like rap legends Your plans unfoiled Filling b**hes with a bundle a joy You got a seed-filled spliff Plus you babysittin' the pot boy, let it boil A lot of jays, I'm still crushing my grapes Real recognize real, not real recognize fake Not on BET yet, your best bet is the basement Case closed dismissed, we underground and there's levels to this sh** Wait, wait, there's no competition But still I ain't got no pot to piss in I'm baked, baked, pound cake break it down Till my whole town ate, hate It's Dirty [Verse 2: Dyemond Lewis] Man f** y'all, I meditate It's too easy to be depressed Slackas fill up ya playlist Just play this n feel ya chest Cause if we don't fulfill ya needs Then our pockets would never stretch like Mr.Fantastic, cla**ic, not your average Make em sound irrelevant like Schoolboy's ad-libs I'll take you on a journey let me know if your for it Pull the potent, ain't no joking man, got me feelin' euphoric I rather be broke than dreaming Than to be broke and scheming Than to be broke and hope for a quick fix to feed him Bad habits lust demons baby, s** it like maggie I know crackers hitting the doobie just don't end up like Shaggy My 90s n***as know, it's grimy where I'm from Ask 'em on the k**er rhyme Probably still flip the boards if it wasn't for all the rhyming They'll call me the rhyming diamond, Dyemond be rhyming But I ain't eating like ramadaning Eyeing the mic the food on your plate looks rather inviting Stop it before you know it b**h, see I'll be dining On your breakfast, lunch, and dinner Take your spot, next stop the top and I put that on la familia It's the motherf**ing super duper slackas get familiar Coming live we the illest n***as swa*kin' in the Era [Verse 3: Nyck Caution] To keep it a 100 I beat when I want it Other than that, b**h, we ain't speaking in public The Ceasar republic, the reason I does it for the heart of it f** yourself you narcissist, that's softer than some cartilage I spit it out my damn mind, till the [sh** my man's time],I'm fly like an airline Part of me just bother with anomalies, and how to get it started When you from the bottom, since the day my father popped a condom Back up on my diesel flow, stealth this is eagle mode Women thirst is lurkin' on me swallow up the leader ho Dealt with the serpents now my gra** cut Felt f**in' worthless now my cash up Punch you like a bra** knuck Mami getting an*l get yo a** f**ed Then drop it hot like a potato leave you mashed up Yeah, cla**ic when I touch I let it perish You like Robert Parish just a zero to that basket I'm a hero in this modern era, possum never But it's possible I'm dwelling by the trees feeling heavenly I been word-playing since the spelling bee, sh** is effortless Caution been had bars like a felon sheet Man, and you know this man