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Phil Ade

"Crab Cake"

[Verse 1]
I'll never let no man tell me what I can and cannot accomplish
I got this, I walk like I'm pompous the Devil's been my accomplice
But novice as God given, been long driven I'm focused
This game is like a road trip, its hard to hit like a roach is
These targets can go opposed against myself
Niggas be actin' like fucking these hoes is for they health
Thirsty ass niggas only wanna come around for club appearances
Nigga speakin' to you and I hope you niggas hearin' this
It's weird as shit, to see my classmates who ain't give a damn
At my shows with they homies like, "yeah, that nigga fam"
My first thought is to scoff 'em, but what's the point of that?
I dap 'em up and keep it movin', that's the point I'm at
Grown man thinkin', I'm smokin' on the loudest
Got the whole van stinkin', lettin' all the plans
That I toast and sink in, world domination call me Conrad Murray
I've been losin' all my patience for this fake shit and politics
Got a problem holla at my dick yeah animosity isn't costin' me shit
Just fuel for the fire, incentive to get flyer
Need the baddest chick from Maryland, somebody get me myers on the phone
A King, but that ain't I up on the throne, this a mindstate
Do this shit for my state, since I've been on Myspace
Niggas been in my space, beef with some one dope as me?
That should come with high stakes, hold up, beef, dope, high, steaks?
You see how that shit correlate? This is why I know I'm great
This is why the niggas that's older know I got dough to make
And try to sum me, shove me, fill me up with a load of hate
Aye, can't beat 'em join 'em they'll be with me in a second
I know my shit great, they'll be with be in a second
Niggas crabs in the barrel now I'm makin' my escape
I'mma take them crabs out the barrel, I'mma turn that shit to cake
Into jobs for my niggas, bigger cars when they pick me up
Either Givenchy or Louis Vuitton when they fix me up
This for all the times when my checks used to get me upset
Used to buy a pair of Checks, you'd have to wish me luck
I'm sick of niggas thinkin' I'mma ??? 'em when they join me tapes
Side bitches thinkin' I'mma wife 'em cause they made me wait
Trynna trap a nigga with the hustle of a trapper nigga
Not the fella sellin' off his soul to make it epic with her
Her background won't allow me to back down
Even if my shit floppin' won't cause me to act foul
Just give me a pack of loud, some pussy to Pacquiao
And I'll be right back in it within a matter of hours

[Hook]
This for my niggas that been strugglin'
My niggas that never had
Uh, I think it's time we bring the trouble in
Make cake out of these crabs

[Allen Iverson]
"When you, talkin' about, you know, people acknowledge me
For, for things that I do.. I don't need, I don't need
People to praise me for that. You know God know what I do
And the person that I do it for, they know. And that's the
Only thing that matters. You know I ain't trynna be in
No popularity contest. You know I feel like Reggie Jackson
Was a gift from God, and he was put on this earth
And all through his life, for forty years all people did
Was criticize him. You know, when you're somebody popular
You gotta have tough skin, cause you're never gonna be
Perfect to everybody. You're never gonna be able to
Satisfy everybody. All you supposed to concentrate on
Is the people that love you and care about you, you know?
I think it brings joy into people to knock people down."

[Outro]
This Little Light of Mine Sample

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