Ingredients

Ingredients to the cake
Let the monster out the cage
Takin my time every play
Muuhfucka you just gotta wait
Say what the hell I'ma say
Gone make everything I'ma make
Gone take everything Ima take
Now Let the monster out the cage
Ayy ingredient to the cake
That's Ingredients to the cake
Ingredients to the cake
That's ingredients to the caaaake

Let the monster out the cage
Takin my time every play
Muuhfucka you just gotta wait
Say what the hell I'ma say
Gone make everything I'ma make
Gone take everything Ima take
Now Let the monster out the cage
Ayy ingredient to the cake

Before I come back like 45
Sharper than porcupine
Running these junkies upper spine
Like Micheal Orr on the blindside
Like Sandra Bullock was my mom
Way I snap in hindsight, yeah
The way I grab my iron
When it comes to thes blind lies right
Here is where it gets realer, ILA
3.145 That's pie, that's where it gets appealing An I ain't milly vanilly silly
More like Gillie Da Kid To Billy goat gruff
Jump Blake Griffin, I'm Marcus Cousins, big as a muffin
Now your lookin like burnt rubber
Red bottoms like Harriet Tubman
Everybody smoke
Better burry that buddy
Seeds grow weeds
Take care of that honey
Alpha and Omega on a megabus
New York City for tailor Cuts
Suits muufucka not taper cuts
Swipe black cards, no paper cuts
Gotta stop smoking don't pay enough
Weight of the world On me don't weigh enough
Nothin is new under the sun like raisins
Boy, you just can't make it up
Usain and Mark Twain aint racing us
Think about it nobody replacing us
Basically a one-way trip to actualization
We need more privatization
And big ass canvases how I'm painting
Knock this out the park on vacation
Big ass smile on me sunbathing, krazy Robinson Canó homeruns no sit outs
Babe Ruth boy, im running about 10 miles Going ape shit in big crowds
Artwork sitting on the clouds
Landing whip out
Kickstand kick out flip out flip phone
Flip out, Just ain't taking no pictures
Trap my pack out, BLOCKA BLOCKA
Look at my Trap house
Shit old as hell no pastures
Uncle smart, but slow as hell that's fucked up been on crack so long its tough love
My nigga Its tough love
But ingredients to the cake
Let the most out to cage
Taking my time every play
Muuhfucka you just gotta wait, Ayy
Say what the hell I'ma say
Gone make everything I'ma make
Gone take everything Ima take
Now Let the monster out the cage
Ayy ingredients to the cake
That's ingredients to the cake
Ingredients to the cake Ayy
It's ingredients to the cake ILA
Stay On Your Hustle



Credits
Writer(s): Ila Finagle
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