Cake Video (MV)

Ayo, 2XA I feel a lil evil on this beat bro

It's Chess Gaim on the track

Aye, aye, aye, yuh, aye, aye, aye, yuh
Aye, aye, aye, aye

I don't think you ni**as heard me when I said I'm packin' heat
'Cuz the motha' f*cka's 'round me, really, really lackin' heat
'Cuz the ni**as that was dissin' swear to God they passing me
I'm jus' beating on they ass and I'm beating on my craft
Ya chick beating on my dick, yea I know that I'm the shit
And them ni**as didn't flush
That's why imma f*ck 'em up
Yea them grimy muh' f*cka's that jus' wouldn't wash enough
Ni**as find you in the lake boy
Everything at stake boy
Shit, I'm gettin' cake boy
New bitch got the cake boy
Cookin' in the oven 'til no ni**as is above us
Yea I'm always on my grind
Always fiendin' for a dime
Ni**as say they never cross you, but them ni**as on the line
Put my life up on the line, and it's slippin' through they hands
Gotta cut some ni**as off, so I'll never split the bands
When I jump into the crowd, it's like the shit jus' hit the fan
And these haters getting jelly 'til they see me in a jam

Sell an O, take a brownie
But I got the f*ckin' cake
Chill wit' evil lil ni**as
Tryna make the heaven gates
Put on for the fam
Swear to God, no debate
And I'm never gonna lose, 'til all the homies get cake
All the homies get cake
All the homies get cake
All the homies get cake
All the homies get cake
If you wasn't wit' me from the jump, guess you not gettin' paid
'Cuz you gotta be a real ni**a, to go fiending for the cake

Bitch thought shit was funny
Bet, I'm going back in

Aye, aye, aye

Laughin' at me then I'm bagging ya bitch
She wanna f*ck wit' a savage and shit
Jottin' my notes like I'm packin' a clip
For them ni**as that hate, homies is fakes
That's all around
Pawn kill the king
King got the crown
They kill the king but the king got the sound
The king got the cake
Avoiding the L's but you ni**as too late
Making the bank off of ni**as mistakes
Back it up, 'cuz I got bitches to take
Can not be thrown off my rhythm today
There's ni**as to kill, wills to get made
Get off my dick, I got mils to get made
Do this for mom, for her bills to get paid
You may be ill, I'm the illest today
Yea I'm the cold, yea I'm the flu
Baggin' ya bitch, she ain't bangin' wit' you
She at the crib and she hangin' wit' crew
When you get money, they stickin' like glue
I jus' don't know what these ni**as can do
I finna spazz, I'm on ya ass
Here wit' my youngin', I'm givin' him bands
Trouble wit' me, don't you f*ck wit' my mans
Or ni**as gon' spray like a scent from a can

Sell an O, take a brownie
But I got the f*ckin' cake
Chill wit' evil lil ni**as
Tryna make the heaven gates
Put on for the fam
Swear to God, no debate
And I'm never gonna lose, 'til all the homies get cake
All the homies get cake
All the homies get cake
All the homies get cake
All the homies get cake
If you wasn't wit' me from the jump, guess you not gettin' paid
'Cuz you gotta be a real ni**a, to go fiending for the cake