100 million we in the cake race
I been cooking I got it I make my own plates
I got it Im in my own race
Cooking that EZ rock like Rob Base
Im been trying to keep em up with the latest
Still been on this paper but niggaz stuck in the matrix
Glorifying haters the president still a racist
Dont matter who the picture still be the same when you paint it
Though the hustle remain and the people changing
Niggaz still broke and they bitches is still complaining
Its a price on a slice and its entertaining
To see a nigga put on platter for what he claiming
Im young and outta training
Im coaching I got em playing
And pockets is suffering body shaming
They writing my name and I aint famous
But Im ready claim it like Im joe namath
100 million we in the cake race
I been cooking I got it I make my own plates
I got it Im in my own race
Cooking that EZ rock like Rob Base
100 million we in the cake race
I been cooking I got it I make my own plates
I got it Im in my own race
Cooking that EZ rock like Rob Base
Been out my mind been out my conscience
I aint playing none of that nonsense
Riding thru the bronx niggaz lookin for content
The convo outta context they blicking like bronson
Caking it constant show em how Im winning
And I check the responses
I dont like contests rolling up
Checkin my progress
Aint jokin wit ya fans hit the stands like artest
Shot from the armrest lookin at my phone
Tryna see if you gone yet finish the bar set
Workin on a mill in the war chest
How it feel like a nigga stoppin is far fetched
100 million we in the cake race
I been cooking I got it I make my own plates
I got it Im in my own race
Cooking that EZ rock like Rob Base
100 million we in the cake race
I been cooking I got it I make my own plates
I got it Im in my own race
Cooking that EZ rock like Rob Base