(feat. Cake Flow)

[talking:]

D-1-F Gang mayn (I want the cake)
It's Killa ^!$$%, ay


[Kyleon:]
I'm feeling like a pimp, let me brush my shoulders
Call Killa cobra, I spit venom through my molars

Candy do' shutter, 84 spoke roller
Spreading through the streets like ebola, peanut butter
Top folder, big knot of guac-ola

The G you come see, when you trying to cop cola
How dare you say, that Killa not colder
Than all these other boys, well you dudes not sober no


[talking:]
Naw naw Storm, I don't think they know what the $#&@ going on

Purple Punch the mixtape, bring that %#@! back Storm run it
D-1-F Gang mayn, (I want the cake) it's Killa ^!$$% ay


[Kyleon:]
I'm feeling like a pimp, let me brush my shoulders
Call Killa cobra, I spit venom through my molars

Candy do' shutter, 84 spoke roller
Spreading through the streets like ebola, peanut butter
Top folder, big knot of guac-ola

The G you some see, when you trying to cop cola
How dare you say, that Killa not colder
Than all these other boys, well you dudes not sober no

Open up your ears, pay attention and listen
The agent double-O Flow, on a money making mission
I'm on that play pitching, a thousand grams plus

No less than 2-20, if you need em hit me up
Pockets overweight, cause I'm eating
The corner's my buffet line, when I'm hungry the streets treating

I'm bout the (money) want the (money), need the (money)
Get's the, gotta have the (cake)
Might be sliding through your sector, with that hard white texture

I'm the best, I suggest you address me no lesser
I'm a pro not a Yung Joc, a veteran slanging
Snow bis' not your bis', I'm into block entertainment

So approach me wrong, I'm @@#!ing and aiming
Stainless and raining, and leaving you brainless
I'm bout the (money) want the (money), need the (money)

Get's the, gotta have the (cake) I need that money mayn

[talking:]

Recognize the name, (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z