You fake!! You rappin for the cake.... fuck THAT man! uhh its what it is.... its notion, cee for.. [Verse Notion] This is not one of those songs, where you know the track Coz you hear the sample, it mentions Cake im gon spell it out Then ya must know, im never tempted with that you realise I never bluff or hesitate to rap Dont be attemptin on that, son you majorly whack You spit about it dawg, so they went paid you in crack Once ya gone homie there aint no replacin ya back Your music is goin nowhere you should be facin the facts So ima run ya thru the motions, catch me breezin ahead Wit Marleys gatt, shoot ya arm leg, leg, arm head Yo, just talkin silly B, I will shoot you lyrically Spiritually destory ya, uh, im illy sinnicle, see! So now, ya feelin me, ya heard of me son I listen to the illest, coz I prefer to be one Thinkin Cake, is tryin to commence all of ya muhhfuckin learnin son Coz wat eva yall be sayins, never hurtin me none you playin portrayin ya lines, that are steel capped So unreal, you gotta be a dummy to believe that! [Verse Cee] Aight bruh, Imma kick it to em a lil somethin like this, lets do it Yo, sick of being broke, dog, tryina live rich Money, money on my mind, Im feelin capitalistic Nowadays the kid driven, on spittin for chips and On some Bakers Delight shit, bout the cake, bread and biscuits yes sir, Stick shift, Lexus 350 RX, all black like the ash from the Phillie And the stereo phat so Imma put some Lil Wayne on it ya dig It aint my birthday but the cakes got my name on it Yeah homie, oh sev, stick with me Me and Bekah, Notion, Dope Sauce, no shit he Got it locked, been poppin but the fans wasnt ready Now he do it son, eatin good like Ian Hewitson with the cake, fuck with me yall Its nothin and I think the scrilla kinda liking me Sometimes I find it in the bed where the wifey be Yeah we cool like that dog, and we about the Money, money, money, money, money Gimme scratch, lace the track, its a hit, we gone
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