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Crab Cake
by Englewood B.U.
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Straight through this bitch, Luke
Crab in the bucket don't end up my crab cake
Lil' folk arm extended like he on a fast break
Have a lil' bitch 'oop you into a ashtray
Then I let it breathe like I had a bad day
Class back in session, heard my pupils out to be me
You ain't risked what I risked you can't see me
I'm in another city trippin', look I'm in D.C
A Chicago nigga not thinkin' shit kiwi
I'm on the road, on the go, with so and so
I'ma book a flight for ya, when I wanna feel at home
Got my bitches under country names, this one here is Rome
I'ma do what the romans do, drink and smoke a few, then
To another city, some studio gotta feel me, my nigga there got film me
I'm likely to make a movie, I'm Spike Lee with melody
In my jungle they grew up shootin
Nina's they had fevers, they ready to wipe ya nose
My temper like fuck the world, I'm ready to wipe the globe
And kill whoever is left, cause they got a right to know
BU, BU coming home, say it twice I like the song
Swear I'm great, I will eat yo favorite rapper and forget I ever ate
Before I ever rolled a wood, I knew I would levitate
And take the game for every thang, bitch I came to excavate
Skeletons all in my closets, Presidents in my deposit
This Black Russian full of broccoli, so I'm good on gettin' brolic
The view from here is jumpin', like I'm livin on hydraulics
Whipped myself into shape but gettin' money is the object
Bitches wanna talk commitment, but I'm only talkin' business
Mary Jane is the only flower that I'm pickin
You can let your hair down, I will fuck it up and fix it
Set it up, I pay for it, go and call your beautician
It could be all be so simple, you know women rarely listen
But it's cool, nigga like me, play my position
Fuck it, I started it, I'ma finish it
Runnin' this rap shit, I'm fit for this
I don't know where my limits at, Fuck a litmus test
I can plant a whole fuckin' lemon tree off lemon zest
As time fly and the minute stretch, I remember death
Paranoid so please don't play with me, cause we diminish threats
You off a pill, you feelin' yourself, feelin' limitless
Lil' bro put your brains in your hands and tell you bitches reminisce
Straight through this bitch, Luke
Crab in the bucket don't end up my crab cake
Lil' folk arm extended like he on a fast break
Have a lil' bitch 'oop you into a ashtray
Then I let it breathe like I had a bad day
Class back in session, heard my pupils out to be me
You ain't risked what I risked you can't see me
I'm in another city trippin', look I'm in D.C
A Chicago nigga not thinkin' shit kiwi
I'm on the road, on the go, with so and so
I'ma book a flight for ya, when I wanna feel at home
Got my bitches under country names, this one here is Rome
I'ma do what the romans do, drink and smoke a few, then
To another city, some studio gotta feel me, my nigga there got film me
I'm likely to make a movie, I'm Spike Lee with melody
In my jungle they grew up shootin
Nina's they had fevers, they ready to wipe ya nose
My temper like fuck the world, I'm ready to wipe the globe
And kill whoever is left, cause they got a right to know
BU, BU coming home, say it twice I like the song
Swear I'm great, I will eat yo favorite rapper and forget I ever ate
Before I ever rolled a wood, I knew I would levitate
And take the game for every thang, bitch I came to excavate
Skeletons all in my closets, Presidents in my deposit
This Black Russian full of broccoli, so I'm good on gettin' brolic
The view from here is jumpin', like I'm livin on hydraulics
Whipped myself into shape but gettin' money is the object
Bitches wanna talk commitment, but I'm only talkin' business
Mary Jane is the only flower that I'm pickin
You can let your hair down, I will fuck it up and fix it
Set it up, I pay for it, go and call your beautician
It could be all be so simple, you know women rarely listen
But it's cool, nigga like me, play my position
Fuck it, I started it, I'ma finish it
Runnin' this rap shit, I'm fit for this
I don't know where my limits at, Fuck a litmus test
I can plant a whole fuckin' lemon tree off lemon zest
As time fly and the minute stretch, I remember death
Paranoid so please don't play with me, cause we diminish threats
You off a pill, you feelin' yourself, feelin' limitless
Lil' bro put your brains in your hands and tell you bitches reminisce
