Revelations [Outro]

[Verse 1]
Cakes is something wreckless, might leave a bitch edgeless
Pockets on swole, gully flow straight headless
Walk on levels, princess cuts on the medals
Never been the type to start a war when I settle shit
Most of these faggots is irrelevant
And when I drop they better double-up they regimen
These fake rappers tryna tarnish my development
Steady spitting bars; just straight insulting my intelligence
I guess I'm really on some other shit
Just when you see me nigga, recognize decadence
Self-pleasure, no cunt can do it better
Designer cut leathers that's true with angel feathers killa
When ya rap mufuckas 'gon recognize?
Cakes da Killa spittin' first world genocide
Cakes da Killa spittin grimey shit televised
Peep the revolution steady seepin through ya third eye
I guess I'm really that bitch
Booking out of state shows just to talk my shit
Look em in the eye, been that bitch might twitch
Cuz we spewing hot shit like a fully loaded clippa's killa
And I'm gettin ate out on the freeway
This the type of shit where you lurkin' on the leeway
Keep the type of pulla, make you do whatever we say
And if you got the plug hit that nigga on his prepaid

[Chorus]
(x4)
Cuz this is revelations
A fuckin' demonstration to
Any nigga dumb enough to think I'm fuckin basic

Revelations...

[Verse 2]
This is the art of the sixteen
I talk greasy cuz the spit game too clean
Shifty pull up in the droptop on Spring
With gay niggas, Ray J, money team
You should pause that when I printing up out my limousine
Have her talking slick? Douse a bitch with some kerosine
Fake fags so beat to be a friend of me
How you think you kin of me? Not even in my pedigree
These niggas be really tryna get the best of me
The death of me, thirsting for my muthafuckin' recipes
A baptism, new religion, rest in peace
Designer tuck, juice cleanse, celery
I'm something spiritual grinding in the physical
URL bitches take my lyrics very literal
Bitch I can't help it that you stuntin' on the minimal
Everything I spit come to fruition like a miracle
I'm just that bitch that you wanna be
Storm before cast if ya mans think he stuntin' me
Adrian got the bands for all you faggots tryna front on me
Powerbottom flow, be with the hoodest niggas comfortably
And that's just a true testament
Had to slow it up so your ears could really relish it
Bitches in my mentions getting all delirious
Quick to end the convo, point blank period

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Cuz this is revelations
A fuckin' demonstration to
Any nigga dumb enough to think I'm fuckin basic
This is revelations
Fuckin' dedication
Any nigga dumb enough to think I'm fuckin basic

[Verse 3]
Cunt gospel posted with the apostles
Sitting in the studio feeling like a capo
Bank account stacked up, pussy like a gato
Bumpin' in a poncho, chillin' in Toronto
Cunt gospel posted with the apostles
Sitting in the studio feeling like a capo
Bank account stacked up, purrin' like a gato
Catch me spitting psalms like my flows was in the bible

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