#Cake

[Verse 1: J.Ryte] I got plenty cake, I got plenty dough I got lots of bread, you should have roll The money isn't red , the green is saying go They say I lost my head, but I ain't tripping tho Holding down my city, C-Port everywhere I go I gotta get this money man, my ATMs a microphone My heart don't beat, the beat I feel's the metronome If you ain't getting money, then what the heck you living for? Live fast, die young that's the only anthem The day I die is when I play Ghost inside my Phantom With a model on my side who thinks I'm really handsome And then she pulls a gun on me and holds me up for ransom The things that people do for this greenery I know some dudes who'll befriend you just commit that thievery Run up to your crib & steal the cheese up out your creamery So better be prepared if they pull to your scenery Raising the bar, let me get this of my chest tho Why does high school make my life so stressful? Options on my tray, I just wanna be successful Nothing was the same, ever since I dropped Let Go Cause ever since then, I've been moving so turtle Feel like every step I make, I been running in circles And Jay keeps hopping on these tracks like he running some hurdles I'm proud of you dude, I'm just feeling so Urkel Cause when your Wins low...you wonder where your friends go Now your future dreams start jumping out the window Lights are to kill for, nights so sinful You dreaming while you sleeping and I'm dreaming through my pencil [Verse 2: Jay Swolo] Okay I made a couple stacks working minimum wage Pullin' overtime at the minimum age This chapter in my life holding such a critical page Buildin' up all these emotions that's a chemical rage Always in a rush cuz I fear the day the lights dim My younger self was happy hope I grow up to be like him Benjamin Button thuggin' Feelin' high as a flight sim When life handing you Ls You gotta cherish every slight win Because these lows come more often than the kites send I put my life on the line like a tight end Workin fast cash, reaching hard for my goals No time for social drama I swear this shit gettin old So now I'm running from these Ghosts in my past Tryna get this money going down the right path If I don't come in first then I come in dead last (Can't slow down cuz this life's too fast) Yeah I know this Marco's money won't hold me forever Sometimes you need more than cheese and a little feta I'm tryna build a foundation Then stack it 50 stories high like the Nation We undertaking, you niggas faking Persona counterfeit, I'm out of it Up out the atmosphere Rap game Mike Ty, nigga Punch em out in here My homie Ryte taught me Me & Thai kickin' wisdom Early days spittin' on Adobe Audition Got a little buzz, and I changed up my signature Started from phase 1, wit some expenditures And I don't glorify shit but being glorious I ain't afraid to lose, cuz I been so victorious Ain't got the key to the fame but I'm molding it J.S. do it B.I.G., so we notorious That's steady progress, as you can see Hashtag food, pound C.A.K.E It's AD