| Cakes is something wreckless, might leave a bitch edgeless
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| Pockets on swole, gully flow straight headless
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| Walk on levels, princess cuts on the medals
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| Never been the type to start a war when I settle shit
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| Most of these faggots is irrelevant
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| And when I drop they better double-up they regimen
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| These fake rappers tryna tarnish my development
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| Steady spitting bars; |
| just straight insulting my intelligence
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| I guess I’m really on some other shit
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| Just when you see me nigga, recognize decadence
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| Self-pleasure, no cunt can do it better
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| Designer cut leathers that’s true with angel feathers killa
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| When ya rap mufuckas 'gon recognize?
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| Cakes da Killa spittin' first world genocide
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| Cakes da Killa spittin grimey shit televised
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| Peep the revolution steady seepin through ya third eye
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| I guess I’m really that bitch
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| Booking out of state shows just to talk my shit
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| Look em in the eye, been that bitch might twitch
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| Cuz we spewing hot shit like a fully loaded clippa’s killa
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| And I’m gettin ate out on the freeway
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| This the type of shit where you lurkin' on the leeway
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| Keep the type of pulla, make you do whatever we say
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| And if you got the plug hit that nigga on his prepaid
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| Cuz this is revelations
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| A fuckin' demonstration to
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| Any nigga dumb enough to think I’m fuckin basic
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| Revelations…
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| This is the art of the sixteen
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| I talk greasy cuz the spit game too clean
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| Shifty pull up in the droptop on Spring
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| With gay niggas, Ray J, money team
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| You should pause that when I printing up out my limousine
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| Have her talking slick? |
| Douse a bitch with some kerosine
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| Fake fags so beat to be a friend of me
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| How you think you kin of me? |
| Not even in my pedigree
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| These niggas be really tryna get the best of me
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| The death of me, thirsting for my muthafuckin' recipes
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| A baptism, new religion, rest in peace
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| Designer tuck, juice cleanse, celery
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| I’m something spiritual grinding in the physical
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| URL bitches take my lyrics very literal
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| Bitch I can’t help it that you stuntin' on the minimal
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| Everything I spit come to fruition like a miracle
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| I’m just that bitch that you wanna be
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| Storm before cast if ya mans think he stuntin' me
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| Adrian got the bands for all you faggots tryna front on me
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| Powerbottom flow, be with the hoodest niggas comfortably
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| And that’s just a true testament
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| Had to slow it up so your ears could really relish it
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| Bitches in my mentions getting all delirious
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| Quick to end the convo, point blank period
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| Cuz this is revelations
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| A fuckin' demonstration to
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| Any nigga dumb enough to think I’m fuckin basic
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| This is revelations
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| Fuckin' dedication
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| Any nigga dumb enough to think I’m fuckin basic
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| Cunt gospel posted with the apostles
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| Sitting in the studio feeling like a capo
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| Bank account stacked up, pussy like a gato
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| Bumpin' in a poncho, chillin' in Toronto
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| Cunt gospel posted with the apostles
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| Sitting in the studio feeling like a capo
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| Bank account stacked up, purrin' like a gato
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| Catch me spitting psalms like my flows was in the bible
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| Like
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| Yo Yo This is Revelations
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| Come test me |