Intermission - Cakes Da Killa, Proper Villains

Faggots is diamonds choke to pieces

I’m up in Harlem, Pink Panther, like it’s killer season

Mathematician, fuck the intermission

These faggots still riding my ass tighter than True Religions

New decision, yeah, he cute but he don’t got the vision

I’m quick with it, slicing bitches like a circumcision

Frame is fitted, I did it, so they mimic

They questioning what’s the difference, I’m spitting and you’re a gimmick

I’m just off of talent and you poppin' just for a minute

You trynna get like me?

Unrealistic

Hoes be rocking their bodies but not be spitting

And doubters cannot handle my come-up because I’m gifted

Took an L and got back to my streamings and to my business

Admit it, I’ve been going for a minute

And now I’m back with the motherfucking shitses

All let your rock but it was fucking with my spirit

And now I’m back again, off the bench for the scrimmage like