Lyrics:
How ya album doin'?
I'm gettin' cake off of my latest
Anticipated like the iPhone
Respected in any city that I roam
Summertime
Wintertime
people keep on
Doubting you, you gotta make a move
If you get it by yo
Self then you ain't gotta go to school
But the trick is that you
Gotta know
is king! Gotta get it by Many means!
It's all about the Loot, It's All About the Cake
How else do you expect to eat Lobster, shrimp, and steak?
I'm
the album cover by now
You know that my name is what my name is
When I came in here to try and
Do this, something I've never done before
Mr jones, Booker T,
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
up by a bunch of g ass niggas
And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga
Eagle street where the real niggas hung
Ima rep that shit till
the trigger
No mistake for that cake, I'm hitting you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I aim for the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang, nigga,
the trigger
No mistake for that cake, I'm hitting you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I aim for the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang, nigga,
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by
a chance to get cake up
(Woah)
3.14 In the fronto
(Right)
I got more pies than a baker
(Yea)
Ballin til I gaze pon my maker
Real one hold me down, undertaker
I had to get my cake right
Drop the guns, go one on one, I'm gon' take your fucking life
Poppin tags, sitta bag, tru we be sippin dirty sprite
Cops
Black Ink back gettin' cake by the layer
By the stack, comin' at us, get your weight right yeah
If not, you makin' a mistake right there, f'real
I
through the record
I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme say-er
It's Black Ink back gettin' cake by the layer
by the stack, comin' at us, get your weight
How ya album doin'?
I'm gettin' cake off of my latest
Anticipated like the iPhone
Respected in any city that I roam
Summertime
Wintertime
If troll get behind me
Phoning my paralegal
Cut the small talk
Bitch I ain’t come to mingle
That pussy dry and bald
Call it desert eagle
Ion rock
Let me tell you something bout eagles right
See eagles fly alone. Lions hunt alone.
They want to be by they self. See we work to separate we ain't
You know I'm tryna get rich
These niggas just tryna get by
So imma keep popping my shit
Just like the 4th of July
Spread my wings like a eagle
These
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
your cake and eat it too
Don't keep it G with nobody
You just be playing with your food
See through your tactics and disguises
I'm sorry daddy made you
I'll make 30
Desert Eagle, my nails dirty
I'mma think on life and I'd die for it
Made a mill, you ain't even know it
Tell Iluminati I'm down for it
Call
ride or die, so fly as Philly Eagles we go…
Pardon my Yeezy ego…
Two albums done I’m feelin’ so pro!
Look out below! I’m shittin’ on my foes!
Swaggin’
for the whole cake you can keep them crumbs
One album two album then I went solo
Three four dropped quick fan base started to grow mo
5 took a little
Homegrown, Freddie Dubb Productions
Oh that's, that's cake baby
And I'm signature
Let's go
Gotta take me a smoke break
Cause, cause Zakia lost her
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