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(Verse 1)
I was taught that the fake fail & trill triumph/
Been going hard since ‘88, Dez Bryant/
A rap giant, trap tyrant, black lion/
Just pray when Babylon burns I’m headed to Zion/
Haters who speak in defiance, secretly seek an alliance/
Better have your tool & I ain’t speaking Home Depot appliance/
See this for all the hatred you’re speaking in silence/
Bastard you better be quiet, don’t want it to lead to violence/
I spit it realer, you see it clearer than Blu-Ray/
Don’t neglect it, just respect it when you see me just say touché/
Be hustlin’ all night like street walkers on Guadalupe/
Someone tell these thirsty hoes that my name ain’t Bobby Boucher/
For future reference better keep the peace or keep a piece/
N***** don’t want beef, they better be discreet or be deceased/
Death to my adversaries, murder when necessary/
No love in February, Nat Gang Legendary/
(Hook) Repeat 2 xs
Nat Gang legendary/
Will they cry for my demise on the day I’m buried? /
This for the crown, all that bullshit secondary/
Nat Gang, K.M.G., Troy Cake legendary/
(Verse 2)
If its beef then imma handle it, rid the game of containments/
Dopest flow with no manuscript, search & destroy, I’m cancerous/
Lost both my grandfathers to that cancer s***/
Shout out to nine seven nine & two five six/
Never get rid of me, spit first consistently/
Recite bars religiously, n***** lying habitually/
I swear these n***** washed up like the kitchen sink/
Wanna be frienemies? gotta be kidding me/
Ain’t shooters they just foolish, spread rumors thru computers/
I’m the teacher, you’re a student/
Pay homage to your tutor/
So bow down, got the crown now, supreme ruler/
I think you’re sweet, you’re Princess Peach, I’m King Koopa/
No pen & pad, left, right, I just jabbed you up/
You’re feeling bad? You get Trinidad or Zab Judah’d/
You know the flow so sick, admit you just threw up/
Jesus to a Judas, what’s a Caesar to a Brutus? /
(Hook) Repeat 2 xs
(Verse 3)
Greatness takes patience, know y’all been waiting, I’ve been gone/
No need to thank me but quite frankly I’m pissed off/
This sounds like the perfect beat to vent on/
You dumb f****, two girls, one cup, get s****** on/
Feel the flames, I’m Lebron James, this my second ring/
The names Cake but ain’t s*** sweet, no Krispy Kreme/
Started doing local shows, now I’m known across the globe/
Venice beach, Poconos, worldwide, boats & hoes/
Got everything we need, spark tree, now we’re lifted/
Been rocking so much Polo that they call me Sea Biscuit/
Welcome to part two, volume three coming soon/
Handsome n****, buck tooth, I hip-hop like a bunny do/
The rappers lack influence, streets know I really do it/
You really call that music? I find it rather amusing/
Overseas they notice me for my poetry/
Needless to say I’m in this b**** like some ovaries/
Flow like menstrual, no pencil, vocab like word scramble/
Legendary, I run this town like Earl Campbell/
Got this rapping perfected, deep in the heart of Texas/
Tell ‘em the king back, Mufasa resurrected/
(Hook) Repeat 2x
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