Styles P - Hood Cake lyrics

[Verse 1: Styles P] All I ever knew was kingpins and gangstas Life start to change when you sitting around bankers Investors, back when the Benz made the compressor I compress my weed and never lost the texture Went to get 50, they threw me 50 extra Highly appreciate the real strong gesture School of Hard Knocks, I never failed a semester Fully loaded 9 with the big Winchester Louch sold coke, Kiss sold coke I sold coke, we all sold dope Right around the time I couldn't look at my old folks On my block sh**, pop sh**, getcha nose broke f** around, let a shot fly Ain't a minute of the day that I'm not high Real n***a, I ain't switch up yet We load heavy, hope Chevy make the pick up 'vette Whether blood or a crip, yeah I stick up sets So I used too, now I'm getting money off of juice too I'm international, not rational You do what I say or you do what I ask you too Looking at the work like I get sh** off Looking at the hammer like I set sh** off Take head shots so you can take that vest sh** off LOX n***a, know we keep the best sh** dog [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Hip-Hop depreciates the value of luxury Personally, I won't allow you to f** with me 15 a sack, bundles is 150 You just had to be there, the money would come quickly Very obedient with the cake Cause I'm the ingredients in the cake One place you'd never see me is by the Jake Big cigars, martini's by the lake You still get a hundred by the face My connect still speak no ingles Says a lot about you if you hating me Turn a little bit of dough into a bakery Bunch of copycats, a lot of fakery Becoming a monster, that's cause you making me I just wanna know who else is this strong Generating this amount of money for this long Shots pa** your crew Yellow gold kilo, Yacht Master ii Get your Wallys dipped so the top match the blue Couple more shots I might blast ya boo Can't judge so they rape this sh** I stand behind mine, got faith in it I just sell it, I don't make this sh** I got work to do, I got cake to get [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake It's hard to see the Snakes, Snakes, Snakes, Snakes They ain't thugs, they Jake, Jake, Jake, Jakes Find their bodies in the bottom of these great lakes Do I think he the king? Never that bruh, hol' up give that n***a a dap Now these lame a** artists gotta think when they rap Its almost back to the boom bap It's no lyrical apps to download when I walk the ground fold I'm heavy out the Chevy I dump for reload, DONNIE Was something out a magazine Pretty b**h whip something out a magazine Gun on me, clip? Nah that's a magazine I make money flip easy, no trampoline I done made a millie, P and Kiss made a millie Hood could of if he wasn't acting silly But no hard feelings I ain't even in the hood now, no more chilling Chasing money, jumping off the tour bus posing for IG flicks All around these chicks I ain't OG, it's Rakim and Kane and them I came right before Baby and Wayne and them All these new n***as spit more pain than them LOX, it'll never be the same as them