Steak and Cake

Good morning
Flock-O.D

Mom came from a little (Yea)
I came from the middle (Yea)
My kids are from the top (Top)
Figure out the riddle
Played this world like a fiddle (Played)
I ain't even writing, hater
This is just a scribble (Yup)
Iverson crossover
When I'm balling with the dribble (Balling)
You fucks are stale soda,
You don't even got a fizzle
I'm just living life
Watching all these asses jiggle (Shake, shake)
I remember as a kid
Him knocking on that window (Knock, knock)
Blood up on his face his wife about to be a widow
On the fire escape, last hope for his kiddos (Hope)
Momma came through to brighten his day
Opened the window said "run that way!"
He flew like a bat outta hell
A few minutes later, some perpetrators
Killer's ringing our bell (Ding dong)
Like did you see that fuck?
Momma she ain't tell (Nah)
Hammers in they hands
Fear you couldn't smell
Get my kids up out this building
That's her wishing well
So she's working three positions (Hmph)
Salary still missing (Missing)
She's on a crazy mission (Get 'em)
She's choking up the earth
Had to put it in submission and she never lost ambition (Got 'em)
Meanwhile, some girls I slumber
Me and my crew go back since June
Faded in the summer
When school was out of session
Learning real life lessons
Drinking in my staircase during blunted out confessions
We just venting our aggression

Give and take, the world will make or break
Wake and bake, from the hood to the lake
Raise the stakes, I'm eatin' steak and cake
Raise the stakes, I'm eatin' steak and cake
Raise the stakes, I'm eatin' steak and cake
Raise the stakes, I'm eatin' steak and cake

Get em'

Half my dudes stay blunted
You know I'm doing a hundred (Swerve)
Currency be that crypto
Ready for apocolypto (Ready)
Wifey be that nympho (Fresh)
Better than all them bimbos
If I'm too lit to drive, I'm just landing in that limo (Skert)
Bugged out I got pesticides
Watched the hood get gentrified
Politicians lie when they testify
Mad mistakes, none rectified
Start off with that slavery
Award them for they bravery
That shit brings the rage in me
Guns blazing no saving me
I'm drunk at distillery
Looking at these Karens adding to the misery
Like fuck is you kidding me
I too have artillery
Born in Puerto Rico, sorry chico
Can't get rid of me
Moving too fast (Fast)
I cannot dwell on the past (Past)
Innocent funeral mass
Life is one hell of a task
Found the escape that I need
Need, need
Liquor and weed
Weed, weed
You not my bro, bro
If yo' shit got seeds, got seeds
We be cruisin' down Delancey (The Lowa)
This is a 300, shorty, this ain't nothin fancy
Mad game before the Camry
Wildin' out in Miami
Blowing steam like Stanley
Steak and cake with the family
So fly, what's gravity
Black rims, red calipers
We on a whole different caliber
Hold the wheel for the passengers
Stamped passports, world travelers

Give and take, the world will make or break
Wake and bake, from the hood to the lake
Raise the stakes, I'm eatin' steak and cake
Raise the stakes, I'm eatin' steak and cake



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Lopez, Flock-o.d Flock-o.d
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