Cake

Gotta feed my need with the things

On screen right there

(Yeah!)

Gotta feed my need with the

PYT that I see right there

(Yeah!)

Gotta fantasize about who you be

I be fresh air

(Yeah!)

Gotta fantasize about who you be

I be fresh

(Yeah!)

I got Cake stuffed in my

Back pocket bitch

Glock rocket stick

Pack us some weed

Pack us some weed

I said my n***a that be

Riding riding

With that 6-feet

With that 6-feet

With that 6-feet

I mean a n***a just be plotting

On this 100 G's

I mean the most I ever had

Was just five figures on me

Now let me just light up my strong

And just rap my melodies

And show you how strong I can be

When my God manifest these

Cake stuffed in my

Back pocket bitch

Glock rocket stick

Pack us some weed

Pack us some weed

I said my n***a that be

Riding riding

With that 6-feet

With that 6-feet

With that 6-feet

And I'm blessed highkey

Gotta clutch my speed

Can't let a fuck n***a

Fuck up my chi

Gotta flush my grief

As I pluck my tree

Can't fuck with the God

That was brought to the beats

One slice just too small of a piece

Need more cake

Things changed for me when

My ancestors touched me

In a paranormal state

Got the form of God

N****s ain't aligned

N****s ghosting

Paranormal fake

In this world of mine

Universe the shrine

N****s balanced

The true namaste

I'm a number 9

Chakras all around

We protected

Bitch you know we straight

Keep it balanced n***a lucky

Number 7

I stay polished bitch