"Cakey"

Cakey Pockets young menace rebel without a weakness life a Beach im the wave, been iller then yall before a fetis Sub atomic creature, bitches n bitch niggas they leeches Treat em even you tell em you need em I tell em need em- To be leaving demonstrate the killer 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 shit 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 death syrup wack rapper carrer kiler Teacher said I could be governor but fuck 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 shit yea the finest my Nigga I met in middle school he supplied us But he sell dat white shit now tryna stack his bread higher Cherry popper, no cuffin my niggas swappin playin San andreas bakers club cake shit 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 nigga dey talkin to, noone else on my Level, if we talking my age fuck 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 bitch. 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 niggas Passin fat joints, look like hot potatoe from faraway In my penny hardaways, pick up ya phone call it Quits, bitch, its, razzy fresco Daddy fresco who got snaps on the petro ... make these niggas shiver talk shit But they whisper, slip in they misses like a splinter im Splinter you niggas is turtles thats not ninja's Hurdles thats not inches off the floor... love bendin' em Hoes, buts u kno, dat I love my niggas 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 nigga p. b-l-a-c... 2 k's (UH) Bumpin 3k (UH) countin 4k (UH) And shoutout my nigga dj holiday Nigga stay workin but he call himself holiday That dont make no sense, guess it make dollars Bakers club. commission shit. nigga holla -