100 million we in the cake race I been cooking I got it I make my own plates I got it Im in my own race Cooking that EZ rock like Rob Base Im been trying to keep em up with the latest Still been on this paper but niggaz stuck in the matrix Glorifying haters the president still a racist Dont matter who the picture still be the same when you paint it Though the hustle remain and the people changing Niggaz still broke and they bitches is still complaining Its a price on a slice and its entertaining To see a nigga put on platter for what he claiming Im young and outta training Im coaching I got em playing And pockets is suffering body shaming They writing my name and I aint famous But Im ready claim it like Im joe namath 100 million we in the cake race I been cooking I got it I make my own plates I got it Im in my own race Cooking that EZ rock like Rob Base 100 million we in the cake race I been cooking I got it I make my own plates I got it Im in my own race Cooking that EZ rock like Rob Base Been out my mind been out my conscience I aint playing none of that nonsense Riding thru the bronx niggaz lookin for content The convo outta context they blicking like bronson Caking it constant show em how Im winning And I check the responses I dont like contests rolling up Checkin my progress Aint jokin wit ya fans hit the stands like artest Shot from the armrest lookin at my phone Tryna see if you gone yet finish the bar set Workin on a mill in the war chest How it feel like a nigga stoppin is far fetched 100 million we in the cake race I been cooking I got it I make my own plates I got it Im in my own race Cooking that EZ rock like Rob Base 100 million we in the cake race I been cooking I got it I make my own plates I got it Im in my own race Cooking that EZ rock like Rob Base