Get the Cake
(NSO Shit)
(Need no fame)
(Fuck the hate)
(Get the cake)
(Yea Yea)
(Need no fame)
(Get the cake)
(Get the cake)
Miss me with that bullshit
Knew that I would make it in the game
Whatchu sayin
You lame
Don't put in no pain
Need no fame
Fuck the hate
Get the cake
Yea
Miss me with that bullshit
Knew that I would make it in the game
Whatchu sayin
You lame
Don't put in no pain
Need no fame
Fuck the hate
Get the cake
Yea
They was always hatin on me
But yea soon they'll see
At the top
In the spot
Now they all on me
Getting guap
Chase no thot
Now I'm hot
Yea Yea
With my guys
And they down to ride
And you know if I tell them
Then they down to slide
Yea You know that we wit it
We got family ties
Can't fuck wit no fakes
Can't be switching sides
If you my brother ima
Make sure you all right
Everybody around me
Yea they all right
They gon hate on this shit
Before they even listen
Can't hang wit no snakes
Because they all hidden
If I gotchu then I gotchu
If I love you then I love you
If dub you then it's fuck you
You a hoe
I don't want you
You a hoe
I don't want you
Yea Yea Yea Yea
You a hoe
I don't want you
Miss me with that bullshit
Knew that I would make it in the game
Whatchu sayin
You lame
Don't put in no pain
Need no fame
Fuck the hate
Get the cake
Yea
Miss me with that bullshit
Knew that I would make it in the game
Whatchu sayin
You lame
Don't put in no pain
Need no fame
Fuck the hate
Get the cake
Yea
If you a lame
Get away from me
Got the fame
Now they all
Wanna hang with me
I got a brain
So the fake
Is so clear to see
Yea This song
From the heart
Are you hearin me
My lifestyle
Ain't cheap
It comes with a fee
Chase the bread
Till I'm dead
Brothers livin free
They hating on me
I don't even listen
If you fuckin with me
Then we getting chicken
My bro's coming with me
Yea we all winnin
Yea we runnin the race
Ain't nobody sitting
Yea Chasin a check
Yea there's no quitting
Only catchin the face
No I ain't killin
Yea We reaching our dreams
Ain't no need for wishing
Can't be slippin up
Cause our times ticking
Fuck Whatchu sayin
Ima stay livin
Fuck Whatchu sayin
Ima stay livin
Yea
Miss me with that bullshit
Knew that I would make it in the game
Whatchu sayin
You lame
Don't put in no pain
Need no fame
Fuck the hate
Get the cake
Yea
Miss me with that bullshit
Knew that I would make it in the game
Whatchu sayin
You lame
Don't put in no pain
Need no fame
Fuck the hate
Get the cake
Yea
Get the cake
Get the cake
Wanna wanna wanna wanna
Get the cake
All I wanna do is
Get the get the cake
Get the cake
Get the get the cake
(Need no fame)
(Fuck the hate)
(Get the cake)
(Yea Yea)
(Need no fame)
(Get the cake)
(Get the cake)
Miss me with that bullshit
Knew that I would make it in the game
Whatchu sayin
You lame
Don't put in no pain
Need no fame
Fuck the hate
Get the cake
Yea
Miss me with that bullshit
Knew that I would make it in the game
Whatchu sayin
You lame
Don't put in no pain
Need no fame
Fuck the hate
Get the cake
Yea
They was always hatin on me
But yea soon they'll see
At the top
In the spot
Now they all on me
Getting guap
Chase no thot
Now I'm hot
Yea Yea
With my guys
And they down to ride
And you know if I tell them
Then they down to slide
Yea You know that we wit it
We got family ties
Can't fuck wit no fakes
Can't be switching sides
If you my brother ima
Make sure you all right
Everybody around me
Yea they all right
They gon hate on this shit
Before they even listen
Can't hang wit no snakes
Because they all hidden
If I gotchu then I gotchu
If I love you then I love you
If dub you then it's fuck you
You a hoe
I don't want you
You a hoe
I don't want you
Yea Yea Yea Yea
You a hoe
I don't want you
Miss me with that bullshit
Knew that I would make it in the game
Whatchu sayin
You lame
Don't put in no pain
Need no fame
Fuck the hate
Get the cake
Yea
Miss me with that bullshit
Knew that I would make it in the game
Whatchu sayin
You lame
Don't put in no pain
Need no fame
Fuck the hate
Get the cake
Yea
If you a lame
Get away from me
Got the fame
Now they all
Wanna hang with me
I got a brain
So the fake
Is so clear to see
Yea This song
From the heart
Are you hearin me
My lifestyle
Ain't cheap
It comes with a fee
Chase the bread
Till I'm dead
Brothers livin free
They hating on me
I don't even listen
If you fuckin with me
Then we getting chicken
My bro's coming with me
Yea we all winnin
Yea we runnin the race
Ain't nobody sitting
Yea Chasin a check
Yea there's no quitting
Only catchin the face
No I ain't killin
Yea We reaching our dreams
Ain't no need for wishing
Can't be slippin up
Cause our times ticking
Fuck Whatchu sayin
Ima stay livin
Fuck Whatchu sayin
Ima stay livin
Yea
Miss me with that bullshit
Knew that I would make it in the game
Whatchu sayin
You lame
Don't put in no pain
Need no fame
Fuck the hate
Get the cake
Yea
Miss me with that bullshit
Knew that I would make it in the game
Whatchu sayin
You lame
Don't put in no pain
Need no fame
Fuck the hate
Get the cake
Yea
Get the cake
Get the cake
Wanna wanna wanna wanna
Get the cake
All I wanna do is
Get the get the cake
Get the cake
Get the get the cake
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Bellamy
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