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mind back to the sky
Maybe the sight from a birds eye
Could help me fly, I'm so high
I had freestyle
Felt like the album seeked style
It wasn't a cheap

all on the pavement and shit
Until the kids yelling, “Eagle you the greatest.” and shit
Until the album drop, yeah I'll get some more
For now though

$100,000 bottle of wine, have a taste
Spending money like I'm taking Puff out on a date
Keep cash on me, boi, I be making that cake
But I didn't

started Raising my mental state
Now blank and Jon
Then I'll make an album that
Gets me cake
Lay to waste
3rd child on the 3rd
I had to save the date
Know

cake
You talking shit, uh uh, what you say
My bullets be early, you late like a period
I don't give a fuck cause y'all bitches delerious
Just graduated

loud six feet my ego grow
Shawty grip it both hands letting off my eagle low
Bust it back and forth there's no remorse
I win of course I'm in
You

that cake it ain't even simple I make it look easy
My neck is freezy
You cannot beat me
No macaroni I'm getting that money it look so cheesy
Put Papio

A preacher by day and a dancer by night
As I’m walking with faith and you moving by sight
And all of the sorcery, all of the forgery, playing monopoly, dunning

Colby got cake but he's still a shortbread
Make me wanna smack that booty till it turn bright red
Till it turn bright red
Crying in my bed
Wishing he was

at some cake
Miss me with the bullshit but you eat what's on your plate
I was gonna drop this album next year but I couldn't wait
Put these rappers back

cathedrals, I thought I could preach you
More clips than the regal, I wanted to meet you
This album so lethal, I wanted a sequel
Let it fly like an eagle, red

album, drop the tape
Ayy, same tape one day, make me hunnid K
Ayy, ran out, ran out, ran out the place
Ayy, ran out, Blue Hills, where we used to stay
Left

little buzzards
I'm a eagle in the sky
Ain't no trafficking mine
Ain't no traffic in line
Reading brail boy
I feel between the lines
Ya energy and matching

em' hang
Woke up a villain i feel like bane
I don't play it by the book i don't play no games
Sugar sugar cane, take a look I'm breakin the bank
Working

quicker
Rather drown in an indica than some cheap liquor 

Slicker, the realest one but the class fake
I'm Gasping at a fast rate,  dabs in the hash cake

lying when I said I had an album on the way
I'm not like these fuck-ass rappers, yeah, they cap anyways
Niggas broke as hell and they get their clothes

Have a baby by me baby and come and be my queen
We can have the money the fame the power anything
Girl I'm the man can pull any string you
know that I am

gremlins while possessed by evil forces/ fleeing captivity/ flee from bad energy/ I gotta thank the Lord I have peace and tranquility/ ugh but this only for

back in shape cuz my name hold weight 

Know couples bakers if we talking bout cake 

613 on the lace my bitch slay 

Shawty stay wign like coa baby

beat was produced by Rob the Vikang

I crept up from above and took you out
Look its a new sheriff in town
Hope you know that you are going down
Bang

and nobody can take this
I just dropped an album but this is my latest
They thought I was gone see the look on they faces
That nigga that kill 'em and hit 'em

right in front of you
Is it any of your concern what i want to do
They stunt on you front on you
I might drop a new album dont know out the blue
Call me

When they ask me how I'm doing I'm fine
I been smoking pine I'm always on my grind
When my album drop
Nigga in due time
I'll make you press rewind

I got enemies, lot of enemies
Want the end of me
And bury me, that by any means
Necessary, yeah
And friendin’ me, no one friendin’ me
They is scared