Seraphim
Cake! [TX]
GENRE
[Verse 1]
I keep a 43x for protection like it's an amulet
Disappear like magic when aiming at an antagonist
Light it up like it's cannabis
Waste 'em like it's dialysis
Best case scenario he end up with paralysis
I wield these loops on computers like it's a Smith & Wesson
Teaching lessons
Preach no blessings
I swore that I had drive but almost crashed it at the intersection
Got no direction to head in
Except for severing melodies, I'm the specialist
Yaow
What I tell you I got a Kel-Tеc on my desk
Right next to Legеnd of Zelda
Treat the blicky like a cartridge
I blow it to get shit started
I'm Vsauce with the knowledge
All these online guys can suck my D.O.N.G. bitch
Yaow
I got an ego like I'm popping
Imma keep nailin' lines 'til nails inside my coffin
Spitting lyrics, I'm a God, I kill and carry mad often
Craft a beat with a soul then murder it like I'm heartless
[Verse 2]
And you bitches next
I ain't trippin' you just sendin' little threats
Close your mouth bitch, that's a bigger flex
Never pressed by niggas on the internet that's talkin mess
Oh you got a gun? You gon' shoot it? Nah, thank you, next
Guess who stayed up til' 3AM to make some beats again?
No one as elite as him
Treat me like a Seraphim
Bitch I got a list of everybody I'm better than
All you fuckers may be rappers movin' like a predicate
I been that bitch, yaow
[Refrain]
I'm that bitch nigga, im that bitch yaow
Suck my dick nigga, suck my dick yaow
I'm that bitch nigga, im that bitch yaow
Suck my dick nigga, yaow
[Interlude: Jake the Dog, BMO]
To live life, you need problems
That's stupid!
If you get everything you want the minute you want it
What's the point of living?
[Verse 3]
I go both ways
Shake hands with God, play patty cake with Satan
Watching niggas sell they soul to get their self up on a playlist
I been hungry, I'm impatient
I ain't tryna work no grave shift
Or reach the point where everything I love makes me anxious
When you feel passionless, indefinite time
That's when the self doubt seeps and fills the cracks in your mind
I tried my best to fill the gaps, but I ain't do it in time
So at this point I'm past prevention, been that way for a while
And I don't gotta boast talent, skilled hawks don't show talons
But I wanna show myself that the moment I chose patterns
To close was worth it, 'cause these battles been hurtin'
If i put this energy in it I'm making it perfect
A guarded heart allows no swords or comforts
I put my guard down and hope the comfort comes first
And I gotta make sure
That I can stay passive when dodging patterns
Hard to lick wounds when everything you spit comes out as acid
Yaow, yaow, yaow yaow, yaow yaow
Yaow, Cake, yaow yaow, yaow yaow, yaow
[Outro: BMO]
That's stupid!
I keep a 43x for protection like it's an amulet
Disappear like magic when aiming at an antagonist
Light it up like it's cannabis
Waste 'em like it's dialysis
Best case scenario he end up with paralysis
I wield these loops on computers like it's a Smith & Wesson
Teaching lessons
Preach no blessings
I swore that I had drive but almost crashed it at the intersection
Got no direction to head in
Except for severing melodies, I'm the specialist
Yaow
What I tell you I got a Kel-Tеc on my desk
Right next to Legеnd of Zelda
Treat the blicky like a cartridge
I blow it to get shit started
I'm Vsauce with the knowledge
All these online guys can suck my D.O.N.G. bitch
Yaow
I got an ego like I'm popping
Imma keep nailin' lines 'til nails inside my coffin
Spitting lyrics, I'm a God, I kill and carry mad often
Craft a beat with a soul then murder it like I'm heartless
[Verse 2]
And you bitches next
I ain't trippin' you just sendin' little threats
Close your mouth bitch, that's a bigger flex
Never pressed by niggas on the internet that's talkin mess
Oh you got a gun? You gon' shoot it? Nah, thank you, next
Guess who stayed up til' 3AM to make some beats again?
No one as elite as him
Treat me like a Seraphim
Bitch I got a list of everybody I'm better than
All you fuckers may be rappers movin' like a predicate
I been that bitch, yaow
[Refrain]
I'm that bitch nigga, im that bitch yaow
Suck my dick nigga, suck my dick yaow
I'm that bitch nigga, im that bitch yaow
Suck my dick nigga, yaow
[Interlude: Jake the Dog, BMO]
To live life, you need problems
That's stupid!
If you get everything you want the minute you want it
What's the point of living?
[Verse 3]
I go both ways
Shake hands with God, play patty cake with Satan
Watching niggas sell they soul to get their self up on a playlist
I been hungry, I'm impatient
I ain't tryna work no grave shift
Or reach the point where everything I love makes me anxious
When you feel passionless, indefinite time
That's when the self doubt seeps and fills the cracks in your mind
I tried my best to fill the gaps, but I ain't do it in time
So at this point I'm past prevention, been that way for a while
And I don't gotta boast talent, skilled hawks don't show talons
But I wanna show myself that the moment I chose patterns
To close was worth it, 'cause these battles been hurtin'
If i put this energy in it I'm making it perfect
A guarded heart allows no swords or comforts
I put my guard down and hope the comfort comes first
And I gotta make sure
That I can stay passive when dodging patterns
Hard to lick wounds when everything you spit comes out as acid
Yaow, yaow, yaow yaow, yaow yaow
Yaow, Cake, yaow yaow, yaow yaow, yaow
[Outro: BMO]
That's stupid!
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