Shaker the Baker

[Verse]
I'm never gonna fall, haters always told me I was never gonna ball
But I've never been a fool, my youngers pebbling the balls
I tell 'em "keep 'em in your pocket, they be sweating in your balls"
Moving fast forward, I ain't ever gonna pause
I learned more on these corners than I ever did in school
Long story short, get your bread and then you're cool
Now my cake's on the table like a wedding in a hall
Love at first sight, my lady she the bеst
I proposed to Christina on the day that we mеt
We had our ups and downs but she stayed on the set
She could give you one kiss and have your face in a mess
She's moving like a jezzy cah she stays getting pressed
But if she ever left it would've made me depressed
I took a lot of losses, never stayed up in debt
Cause I robbed steel and bro just to pay my connect
Partying is optional, paper is a must
Packs are getting low so the days are getting rough
Bottom of the bag, I'm selling makeshifts of the dust
First Friday of the month, you know the Baker's going nuts
They love me when I'm down, they hate me when I'm up
Supporters getting love and all the haters getting rushed
It's been a while since they seen the Baker on a bus
I crack a smile when they say the Baker's gonna buss, for real
I might end up getting life cause it's kill or be killed
So I need to eat good while I'm still in the field
No fast food, grown men sit and eat meals
Talking three courses, no City & Guilds
I know life's too short, I should give it some heels
Couple of my brothers died and I miss 'em for real
They got killed way back but it's killing me still
Stepping to the cemetery and they give me the chills
I ain't tryna be dramatic, I'm just being real
I ain't playing, I'm just saying what I see and feel
Real talk, every day man's seeing bills
So I'm stuck on the Square like Ian Beale
Money that I'm seeing, dunno why you're preeing
Try and splash me, I'll splash back like I'm weeing
Need to get this P in, everyday I'm re-ing
Bruddas locked up, I'll go hard till they free 'em
Chilling with your BM, tryna get my D in
White all around me, I'm feeling like I'm skiing
Supplying everybody from the A.M. to the P.M
If I'm riding with the dotty imma spray him when I see him
They say the war's over but I'm fucking disagreeing
We be fighting in the hood like it's the fucking coliseum
Bitches tryna set me up, I'll see him in my DM's
I ain't worried, got the burner from them Eastern Europeans
I'm calm but I don't know what peace is
Steamer in my hand, I'm tryna iron out the creases
Swear down I shut down that 'Fire In The Streets' shit
And my ammi's loud like a tyre when it's screeching
They're saying man will never get higher than he reaches
So I reach for the fucking sky until I reach it
Brain's so fucked up, I'm trying to delete shit
Only time I chill is when I'm lying on them beaches
But fuck that, I know what I'm doing is wrong
My cognac old and my Cuban is long
My trap house dirty and my food's so strong
I ain't going home until all of it's gone
Get it in the stretcher like a fucking condom
Eight-balls looking like vanilla bonbons
Looking at my life, thinking where have I gone wrong?
Sipping on the yak, it keeps me warm like long-johns
Praying everything will be good eventually
But I know everything will be how it's meant to be
If I was meant to go tonight, that's the end of me
Make dua, I'll get forgiven by a higher entity
Wrap me in a white sheet, take me to the cemetery
Lay me on my right facing east when they bury me
Please tell my mother that I love her
Tell my son I was only tryna come up out the gutter, I'm done