[Verse 1]
Let me set it straight, cake like a heavy weight
Still got a squad of crews moving that heavy weight
I'm past most of you lames, brake fast off in the lane
You just ashamed cause you playin' and I'm coaching the game
Hat cocked to the side, wide birds flock to the guys
Ride that Glock to ya side, flyin' that hospital ride
I'm bout my money dummy, so we can take it there
All you need is 4, 5 niggas so we can make it fair
Can't compare, I'mma go hard till a nigga drop
Bigga chain, hundred cars, Starbursts is in the watch
I, with these bars and lines, I dun' scarred some minds
Great plus the baby face got the whores in line
But the difference is wit yours and mine
I'm with a group of tens, friend, it's the march of dimes, yeah
Cause I'm the lady lover, crazy since the 80's fucka
Nasty flow, scrappy no, hate or love us, baby brother
If rap was movin' packs, I'm servin' pounds now
Yeah, you hot in ya hood, I'm burnin' towns down
My main purpose to surface and switch the style round
The game's turned to a circus, too many clowns now
So move with the pump, grab your tools, split your blunts
Cruise with the crews that'll bruise if they hit you up
See I'm the cake'o'holic tryna' make this paper brolic
Trip or scrap, listen this a wrap, man it's safe to call it
Let me set it straight, cake like a heavy weight
Still got a squad of crews moving that heavy weight
I'm past most of you lames, brake fast off in the lane
You just ashamed cause you playin' and I'm coaching the game
Hat cocked to the side, wide birds flock to the guys
Ride that Glock to ya side, flyin' that hospital ride
I'm bout my money dummy, so we can take it there
All you need is 4, 5 niggas so we can make it fair
Can't compare, I'mma go hard till a nigga drop
Bigga chain, hundred cars, Starbursts is in the watch
I, with these bars and lines, I dun' scarred some minds
Great plus the baby face got the whores in line
But the difference is wit yours and mine
I'm with a group of tens, friend, it's the march of dimes, yeah
Cause I'm the lady lover, crazy since the 80's fucka
Nasty flow, scrappy no, hate or love us, baby brother
If rap was movin' packs, I'm servin' pounds now
Yeah, you hot in ya hood, I'm burnin' towns down
My main purpose to surface and switch the style round
The game's turned to a circus, too many clowns now
So move with the pump, grab your tools, split your blunts
Cruise with the crews that'll bruise if they hit you up
See I'm the cake'o'holic tryna' make this paper brolic
Trip or scrap, listen this a wrap, man it's safe to call it
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