CAKE Songtext
von Recoechi

Gotta feed my need with the things
On screen right there
(Yeah!)
Gotta feed my need with the
PYT that I see right there
(Yeah!)
Gotta fantasize about who you be
I be fresh air
(Yeah!)
Gotta fantasize about who you be
I be fresh
(Yeah!)


I got Cake stuffed in my
Back pocket bitch
Glock rocket stick
Pack us some weed
Pack us some weed
I said my n***a that be
Riding riding
With that 6-feet
With that 6-feet
With that 6-feet

I mean a n***a just be plotting
On this 100 G′s
I mean the most I ever had
Was just five figures on me
Now let me just light up my strong
And just rap my melodies
And show you how strong I can be
When my God manifest these

Cake stuffed in my
Back pocket bitch
Glock rocket stick
Pack us some weed
Pack us some weed
I said my n***a that be
Riding riding
With that 6-feet
With that 6-feet
With that 6-feet


And I'm blessed highkey
Gotta clutch my speed
Can′t let a fuck n***a
Fuck up my chi
Gotta flush my grief
As I pluck my tree
Can't fuck with the God
That was brought to the beats
One slice just too small of a piece
Need more cake
Things changed for me when
My ancestors touched me
In a paranormal state
Got the form of God
N****s ain't aligned
N****s ghosting
Paranormal fake
In this world of mine
Universe the shrine
N****s balanced
The true namaste
I′m a number 9
Chakras all around
We protected
Bitch you know we straight
Keep it balanced n***a lucky
Number 7
I stay polished bitch
You know we pimpin′ steppin'
I keep malice n****s
Bitch I was a felon
Know the judge convicted
But I wasn′t selling
Devil almost caught me
But my soul deflected
God the interception
Up so many times
Went back broke n***a
Told God damn I learned my lesson
N***a fuck the stressing
Rather keep it tucked
Than be broke n***a

Cake stuffed in my
Back pocket bitch
Glock rocket stick
Pack us some weed
Pack us some weed
I said my n***a that be
Riding riding
With that 6-feet
With that 6-feet
With that 6-feet

Cake stuffed in my
Back pocket bitch
Glock rocket stick
Pack us some weed
Pack us some weed
I said my n***a that be
Riding riding
With that 6-feet
With that 6-feet
With that 6-feet

Microphone check bitch
I'm the one to wreck shit
Recoe spit the Godly tones
One dial a leave you breathless
Bitch don′t hit my telephone
If you ain't tryna wet shit
I pull my flows from mighty zones
Up at your dome with death wish
We frying all them chromosomes
Like something what crystal meth is
I never could put my value
In some clothes or fuckin necklace
This ain′t never over night bitch
I'ma show you what a step is