Lyrics

[Intro] What's up? Gettin' some candy? Huh? Ain't gettin' nothin'? Straight up Give me some candy, man. You ain't got no change? Oh [Verse 1] I'm on a mission, it's clear No, they ain't thinkin' it's fair, from takin' the train everywhere Duckin' the fare, I need to be in a lair Fully prepared, uh, often revered I don't do parties, it's weird I rather work, you can go be in the mix While I call a engineer My life is wild, force me to switch up the style I go through this shit every year, not that you care I turn the drama to gold, you lovin' the shit that you hear Handle my business, hits, no misses I wanna hit no misses Wait, what is this? I'm suddenly lit, I can help but notice the difference I could be trippin', but I feel like they get it now Last year, I was lukewarm, but I'm more lucrative now Last year, they was so live, but I'm more "Who's spittin'?" now Huh, no opinions in my factions Similar to this shit snappin', we cap it I know I'm battery cappin', too busy thinkin' ahead If she do want me, I'm missin' the signs Too busy thinkin' the bread I admit, I be conflicted Music and life, I can't see the difference Stevie Wonder with the vision Fuck it though, that's how we livin' [Chorus] Wake up, then I bake up Gotta get the cake up (Yeah, yeah) Wake up, then I bake up Gotta get the cake up Wake up, then I bake up Gotta get the cake up Wake up, that I bake up Gotta get that cake up [Verse 2] Yeah, pull up to the stu', make a Brooklyn zoo inspiration Niggas that I knew never found a new occupation Some be flippin' packs, Stro be flippin' raps If you call my phone without a stack, I'ma call you back Shit is that real for me I'm no Cosby, don't nobody get the bill for me Put in that practice, don't nobody get the skill for me Spittin' that crack, just want somebody get the skill for me Wait, weigh in and sell it, the way that I tell it Gotta be one of a kind I don't believe in them numbers, they lyin' Stood up and study the clock, why? I'm tryna stand the test of time Me, I'ma hit with the rap Started the company up for federal scratch Grade A legal money, now they can't take nothin' from me I got the game out of Oakland Dreams, I put it in motion They tryna set a president, I was never into votin' Never second guess, only follow what's behind my chest Y'all gon' follow rules, that just lead you to defy your fresh [Chorus] Wake up, then I bake up Gotta get the cake up Wake up, then I bake up Gotta get the cake up Wake up, then I bake up Gotta get the cake up Wake up (Yeah), then I bake up Gotta get that cake up [Outro] It's like, only if you can relate, uh Give him the game, uh, only if you can relate Uh, uh, uh Whoa, I got a lot on my plate, uh Be on the grind, yeah, I be in and out of state, hol' up Hehe, huh, I fuck with this right here Grade A tribe shit, uh For e'rybody puttin' in that ten-thousand hours And we do it like Uh, yeah 2019, let's get it Swish, swish, uh