ترانه:
Cake Like Dead To Me

by the barrels I feel like I'm Al Pacino I'm counting Robert DiNero If a bitch want more? Best believe me that I'm there You can catch me in the middle

'm gambling with Arafat Money long, watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac Y'all already know I got the streets bust While I make ya bow down and make salaat like

motherfuckin' game fall I only like my shit hardcore (Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga) I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like

stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy I be stuntin' like my daddy I'm the, young stunna Stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like

for me Man, I'm shitting on every statistic that said I'll be dead or fucking broke This is history Your kids, kids, kids, kids going to book report me

me in the system Why they gotta do me like that? Try'd to make it my way But got sent up on the highway Why, oh why? Why they do me like that? Why

using me Like this games new to me But you ain't confusing me You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees But that ain't stopping me And

like "Move!" Coked out in Peru, in hair/here like shampoo Small like snubs, camera to you scrubs Kinda like stubs, confidential at the club Sniff buds like Rule, I fast Ghost like

's a bitch convincing people to like you If I stop now call me a quitter If lives were cats you'd be a litter Pleasing everyone isn't like you Dancing