Lyrics Cake Up - Aaron Cohen

Cake Up

How ya’ll feel out there?
Aw yeah, alright, alright
Check this out!
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