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

(x2)

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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