Cake Up - Aaron Cohen

How ya’ll feel out there?

Aw yeah, alright, alright

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They say patience is a virtue, but that’s really not my mindset

Wake up everyone morning like, «Damn is it my time yet?»

People always asking me, «Aaron are you signed yet?»

«Yeah, twice, but that’s not how shit work»

A nice guy by nature had to learn to be a jerk

Had to get the music poppin' 'cause I ain’t know how to flirt

Rap game, rap game, got me logos on my shirt

Couple dollars in my pocket and my hand up some skirts

Sometimes I sit back and wonder what it’s worth

When it all comes down and they put me in the earth

And the maggots spread my decomposing body through the dirt

Have I done my part to serve my highest purpose since my birth?

Did the universe I enter get fully reimbursed for the space I take up?

I think about it nightly then forget when I wake up

No time for philosophy, I gotta get my cake up (well!)

Bitch, there’s no stoppin' me (well!)

And, and, you know, people can write, write, write all they want,

but what are people doing?

And if it’s anybody out there that’s doing,

they know how hard it is to actually do.

And I’m, like, a motivation of the

doer

I gotta get my cake up, no time for philosophy

The world is mine and I’m possessive like apostrophes

Impressive 'cause I got to be, the pressure almost got to me

I broke through, now there’s nothing on top of me

No ceilings, I’m Mixtape Weezy

No feelings, these bitches too sleazy

No competition man, this shit’s too easy

They throw a lot of shade, I just wear it like Stevie

The dark glasses on, they cover up my eyes

She got a fat ass, I keep my lover in disguise

A bad bitch in regular clothes, y’all got regular hoes

Make and bakin' the dough, spittin' regular flows

I’m in Korea, these ain’t regular shows

And I don’t need to translate the style of the confidence

Frequent flyin' miles got me hoppin' over continents

And I don’t get it either way, dawg, I ain’t gotta spit