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 Work, work, work, work For a, for a, for a Work, work, work, work For a, for a, for a Snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes in a, snakes in a Snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes in a, snakes in a Work, work, work, work For a, for a, for a Work, work, work, work For a, for a, for a Snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes in a, snakes in a Snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes in a, snakes in a 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 Work, work, work, work For a, for a, for a Work, work, work, work For a, for a, for a Snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes in a, snakes in a Snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes in a, snakes in a Work, work, work, work For a, for a, for a Work, work, work, work For a, for a, for a Snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes in a, snakes in a Snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes in a, snakes in a