CAKE

Gotta feed my need with the things

On screen right there

(Yeah!)

Gotta feed my need with the

PYT that I see right there

(Yeah!)

Gotta fantasize about who you be

I be fresh air

(Yeah!)

Gotta fantasize about who you be

I be fresh

(Yeah!)

I got Cake stuffed in my

Back pocket bitch

Glock rocket stick

Pack us some weed

Pack us some weed

I said my n***a that be

Riding riding

With that 6-feet

With that 6-feet

With that 6-feet

I mean a n***a just be plotting

On this 100 G's

I mean the most I ever had

Was just five figures on me

Now let me just light up my strong

And just rap my melodies

And show you how strong I can be

When my God manifest these

Cake stuffed in my

Back pocket bitch

Glock rocket stick

Pack us some weed

Pack us some weed

I said my n***a that be

Riding riding

With that 6-feet

With that 6-feet

With that 6-feet

And I'm blessed highkey

Gotta clutch my speed

Can't let a fuck n***a

Fuck up my chi

Gotta flush my grief

As I pluck my tree

Can't fuck with the God

That was brought to the beats

One slice just too small of a piece

Need more cake

Things changed for me when

My ancestors touched me

In a paranormal state

Got the form of God

N****s ain't aligned

N****s ghosting

Paranormal fake

In this world of mine

Universe the shrine

N****s balanced

The true namaste

I'm a number 9

Chakras all around

We protected

Bitch you know we straight

Keep it balanced n***a lucky

Number 7

I stay polished bitch

You know we pimpin' steppin'

I keep malice n****s

Bitch I was a felon

Know the judge convicted

But I wasn't selling

Devil almost caught me

But my soul deflected

God the interception

Up so many times

Went back broke n***a

Told God damn I learned my lesson

N***a fuck the stressing

Rather keep it tucked

Than be broke n***a

Cake stuffed in my

Back pocket bitch

Glock rocket stick

Pack us some weed

Pack us some weed

I said my n***a that be

Riding riding

With that 6-feet

With that 6-feet

With that 6-feet

Cake stuffed in my

Back pocket bitch

Glock rocket stick

Pack us some weed

Pack us some weed

I said my n***a that be

Riding riding

With that 6-feet

With that 6-feet

With that 6-feet

Microphone check bitch

I'm the one to wreck shit

Recoe spit the Godly tones

One dial a leave you breathless

Bitch don't hit my telephone

If you ain't tryna wet shit

I pull my flows from mighty zones

Up at your dome with death wish

We frying all them chromosomes

Like something what crystal meth is

I never could put my value

In some clothes or fuckin necklace

This ain't never over night bitch

I'ma show you what a step is