Cake Up
Yeah
Everyday I wake up (wake up)
Tryna’ bake that cake up (cake up)
All my homies and my girl wanna ride with me, yeah
Snakes in the grass wanna leg up (uh)
But I got a blade for it (okay)
I don’t ever wait for it (okay)
Tell her throw it up for a south side
Work, work, work to my mixtape
Yeah I grind all day, everyday
Y’all ain’t really gotta voice
I don’t care what you say
Money in the background
Dead prez frank, talking to the boy silent
I’m writing down visions
Why you typing out comments
Sierra Leone, why we talking ‘bout diamonds
Blood in the water, I don’t wanna get violent
Had to pick him off ‘cause I saw ‘em get shady
Audible on the team, I’m moving like Brady
Girl on my arm and she got her braids down
Paparazzi snapping, I call plays now 
Gimmie the book, you can’t look
Everything I got in store, I seem ‘em they feel shook
All the money talk, all the money gone
Immortalize me, feelings back in the songs
Tell the pawns hide, I’m coming back for the throne
If I gotta do it, I do it all on my own
Everybody flexing, real stay missing
Yeah she (work, work, work, that)
Y’all don’t wanna mention
Liking them pictures, knowing that's fiction
Y’all don’t wanna handle a star like me
I’m swinging off branches breaking the money tree
Running in my blood, grabbing the ivy
Little bit K Dot mixed with the Jay-Z
Pray for the day my idols praise me
Everyday I wake up (wake up)
Tryna’ bake that cake up (cake up)
All my homies and my girl wanna ride with me, yeah
Snakes in the grass wanna leg up (uh)
But I got a blade for it (okay)
I don’t ever wait for it (okay)
Tell her throw it up for a south side
Work, work, work to my mixtape
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Yeah
Let ‘em know I’m coming out to make an example
An ample amount of the real if you looking samples
’95 baby, mama scrapping up for the pampers
Make enough money so I can pay her back for the damage
I got too much high
I got too much low
How much I work
Is how much I grow
Yeah that concept baby, they don’t know no more
I stay inside my lane, and yes I let them go
I just move (move)
I just swerve (swerve)
They talk down (down)
I’m like word (word)
You got nerve
I got vision
I’m not capped
You got limits
Everyday I wake up (wake up)
Tryna’ bake that cake up (cake up)
All my homies and my girl wanna ride with me, yeah
Snakes in the grass wanna leg up (uh)
But I got a blade for it (okay)
I don’t ever wait for it (okay)
Tell her throw it up for a south side
Work, work, work to my mixtape
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