Cassava Bread

[Verse 1: YUNGMORPHEUS, Fly Anakin]

What, uh-huh

Fuck you want, I made that cracker say please

Wasn't really tryna chat, I'll take the package and leave

Countin' at the crib alone, stackin' the cheese

A couple bands for the feature, and a rack for the beats

Sun gon' blaze until the rain come down

He was out in South London tryna make more pounds

Gang got his head fucked up by the money chase

But can't eat shit without a dollar in yo' pocket

Heard them say you ain't a real killer 'til you killed one

Lil' nigga buggin', he was tripping off the guns, wait

Plenty cats gon' givе you some game, some takе

Baby can you take me with you with the dumb cake

Raw hamachi, got the shallots on it

Fronted on me then, now she want it

I need the big body with the leg space, table for two at the homie's spot for the test-taste

And I could never knock another nigga hustle, get yo' paper

Place grievances to the side, read 'em later

Dominoes on the table, fried fish with escovitch

I'm hoping I can trust the one who lay beside me

Stumblin' towards the corner, he tried to shrug it off

Ain't handle it the proper way, fumble loss

Relish go inside potato salad at my auntie crib

Your final offer, need it triple the starting amount

Yah yah

Yeah, uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yah)

Your final offer, need it triple the starting amount (Yah)

[Verse 2: Fly Anakin]

Say, what it is pimpin'

You know that [?] been the vision

Tackle box we been fishin, break the lock, [?]

Consecutive boo'd up, who up?

I'm live as shit

Stumble over broken bottles at the exit in the [?]

Switch fits at the telephone booth, we call it switch

[?]

Posted like a sticky note, quoted this

Automatic with terminology, make the goya flip

Judo kicks [?] all the trips

Mob with the same niggas I had to split the order with

We seen [?] back but now we want the whip

Jump the border, bitch, bet the grass greener there, feel it in the air

Well known felines, I'm fair to the weak-minded

Rather live blinded than get aborted, we shoot impalas

Keep the heat private

[?] individual, your street cry

Nigga