Raz Fresco - "Cakey" lyrics

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 - 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 -