Letra de ' Standing Ovation ' de Cakes Da Killa

Black leather got me stylin' on 'em
He shoulda came with the Pam, that's a total bad bitch
I post up, no kickstand
Ain't no need to break bread, ain't tryna shake ya hand
Small talk gettin' clipped by Mr. Sandman
Me winnin' was not the plan
But the cards that I was dealt, I was buzzin' before the Grammys
You see, I pull up to show out, your head's on swivel
I had to leave 'em all ready, couldn't work the middle
You know the name (so bad)
Stay in control, but I ain't signed a deal with TDE
Rah got me in his pad livin' comfortably
Stay in my bag so the scene steady suck on my teat
Chokin’ resilience, Haitians hot like Bajans
Don't point 'em out, I can hear the imitations
Keep a bad, bad, mixed baddie like Cajun
Let my sauce settle 'fore your lips get to tastin'

Bitin’ my style, that’s litigation
Kicks been ’round town, just percolatin’
Switch the format to a new location
Then put ya hands together for a standing ovation

And get it, when I spit it, do you feel a vibration?
This the type of swag go back generations
Take you to the underground, a new sensation
I'ma get mine, that ain't up for conversation
A lot of these hoes need a new vocation
Ain’t sayin' shit, now I’ma need a translation
Pop that cork, got me new libation
Then set the stage, for my coronation

I shine, you shine, so ahead of my time
I gotta die before these motherfuckers give me what’s mine
That's the Prime Booker rhyme, sittin' Q in the brawn
City high, but you snore and play cow in decline
Sideline on recline, can you really relate?
No time to focus on the hate, I never chew on the bait
See a poser steppin' in the booth just to take up space
These labels on me sellin’ lies, a bitch do blackface

They ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
Still ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
They ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
Still ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
They ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
Still ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
They ain't gettin' it straight (wait, wait, wait)
And if you talkin' sometimes, stay the fuck out my face

Bitin’ my style, that’s litigation
Kicks been ’round town, just percolatin’
Switch the format to a new location
Then put ya hands together for a standing ovation
Bitin’ my style, that’s litigation
Kicks been ’round town, just percolatin’
Switch the format to a new location
Then put ya hands together for a standing ovation

Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)
Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)
Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)
Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)

Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)
Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)
Now clap them hands (a standing ovation)

The way you be talkin’, that’s the way you should be rapping