letra de revelations [outro] - cakes da killa
cakes is something wreckless, might leave a b-tch edgeless
pockets on swole, gully flow straight headless
walk on levels, princess cuts on the medals
never been the type to start a war when i settle sh-t
most of these f-ggots is irrelevant
and when i drop they better double-up they regimen
these fake rappers tryna tarnish my development
steady spitting bars; just straight insulting my intelligence
i guess i’m really on some other sh-t
just when you see me n-gga, recognize decadence
self-pleasure, no c-nt can do it better
designer cut leathers that’s true with angel feathers k!lla
when ya rap muf-ckas ‘gon recognize?
cakes da k!lla spittin’ first world genocide
cakes da k!lla spittin grimey sh-t televised
peep the revolution steady seepin through ya third eye
i guess i’m really that b-tch
booking out of state shows just to talk my sh-t
look em in the eye, been that b-tch might twitch
cuz we spewing hot sh-t like a fully loaded clippa’s k!lla
and i’m gettin ate out on the freeway
this the type of sh-t where you lurkin’ on the leeway
keep the type of pulla, make you do whatever we say
and if you got the plug hit that n-gga on his prepaid
(x4)
cuz this is revelations
a f-ckin’ demonstration to
any n-gga dumb enough to think i’m f-ckin basic
revelations…
this is the art of the sixteen
i talk greasy cuz the spit game too clean
shifty pull up in the droptop on spring
with g-y n-ggas, ray j, money team
you should pause that when i printing up out my limousine
have her talking sl1ck? douse a b-tch with some kerosine
fake f-gs so beat to be a friend of me
how you think you kin of me? not even in my pedigree
these n-ggas be really tryna get the best of me
the death of me, thirsting for my m-th-f-ckin’ recipes
a baptism, new religion, rest in peace
designer tuck, juice cleanse, celery
i’m something spiritual grinding in the physical
url b-tches take my lyrics very literal
b-tch i can’t help it that you stuntin’ on the minimal
everything i spit come to fruition like a miracle
i’m just that b-tch that you wanna be
storm before cast if ya mans think he stuntin’ me
adrian got the bands for all you f-ggots tryna front on me
powerbottom flow, be with the hoodest n-ggas comfortably
and that’s just a true testament
had to slow it up so your ears could really relish it
b-tches in my mentions getting all delirious
quick to end the convo, point blank period
(x2)
cuz this is revelations
a f-ckin’ demonstration to
any n-gga dumb enough to think i’m f-ckin basic
this is revelations
f-ckin’ dedication
any n-gga dumb enough to think i’m f-ckin basic
c-nt gospel posted with the apostles
sitting in the studio feeling like a capo
bank account stacked up, p-ssy like a gato
bumpin’ in a poncho, chillin’ in toronto
c-nt gospel posted with the apostles
sitting in the studio feeling like a capo
bank account stacked up, purrin’ like a gato
catch me spitting psalms like my flows was in the bible
(x8)
like
yo yo this is revelations
come test me
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