Roc Marciano - Cake lyrics

I'm all about makin it happen Can it steady yappin Cheddas stack cap I get it crackin Bringin the action Center of attraction Late night on the creep trashin Mashin on the party crashin Rap with a pa**ion Not a quitter or a forfeiter One of them raw rap cats With hollow point rhymes Comin to hit ya I'm talkin and I shot at all them fake rappas Who fake wanna be gun clappin Cats claimin they the baddest Claimin that they ran the streets ragged Knowin they chillin hard in the village up Up in the gay bar talkin to f*ggots I'm not a gangsta And I'm not a thug nor a blood Or crip Strugglin brotha tryin to hard to get rich I've been nice in this hip hop *ish From way back when Days of the jeffersons Good times to whats happenin You n***as want beef Then call my name out Still rockin the Mecca when the soul brother Like it just came out Lets get it on Lebanon Strong as an ox An' I spit flows blowin up yo' audio box Document muh style I'm cool when I rock And I rush like the Bus Followin' muh blocks G's up I'm on set y'all n***as freeze up I make dirty dolla's turn 'em in to clean bucks My stocks rise It's cool, it's no surprise And them laws, the rules You make, I straight defy Rebel in the highest form The fifth born Gully n***a on the track screamin they saw'em Stop the dat Rewind that Thoughts combine that Criminal minds An' rhymes Underline that Dolla' dolla' Street scholla' Flow then ya falla Expert Puttin in work For the next saga So yo get yo' lean on Flows you fiend on F-ckin with U. and N. the 2000 phenom [Hook] Yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great Still up, holdin my 'gz up Not my name hold weight And you can betcha bottom dollar money mo' I make Lets get this cake Son do what it take Yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great Still up, holdin my 'gz up Not my name hold weight And you can betcha bottom dollar money mo' I make Lets get this cake, c'mon Hold up Applause for the cause you know You could call it telephone love tap High explosive experiment Situate depressed upstate Bless a blessed a whats up with you What you talkin, pocket filled well then feel Yeah its good, like you should I'm Dino, begs no pardon Borrow no lending, begs no friends Ya hear me all my mens love women, raw Links with mommy cuban Or takes me back to union Baby girl got cousins and now one of 'em frontin U.N Checker flagging me down Fast-en ya sound How we quick to pick me up in that lex-ed iced edition State ya position Back jabbin this bone wishin Ms. dont have me whiff missing Puttin everything Dwight Gooden-nuff talk You can have a ball and go walk Hear me now, feel me later Later Dino Braves smooth and get paid Feelin the shook up Keepin the stick up Forever keep this hit the wikka wikka A verbal contract the way life is put on you Now the harsh facts circle your world at Allah you like a wise author Sci-fi writins and novels Ridin ova potholes Play King Arthur inside my brothel The size of waffles gunshot holes Blowin like the U.S marshall Or Luis Armstrong I knew when the fogs gone, ya spotted And at the same time ya shot at Frollic with raps and fiber optics Like 4,5,6 Hard to get at Sharp as an axe Order jockage Armored trizzack Tryin to be modest Fiery thoughts burn like L's with chronic Make ya lungs black, sip gold hell in a bottle Blow L n' send him a hollow thats on the house Compliments on my corner moral How I get down Chase his a** round like cat and mouse You feel my pa**ion? (f** life) if I ain't mackin n***as wanna see me stagnant Similar to two magnets We can never be a package A printed j**la Show my crew love Before this rap *ish Who can fool us Beautiful lust Don't think I'm too cool to bust Loot and do d** Who's who Few knew it was fool proof But true it was, crime organiza Forty fiva Hit ya Porsche up, (f-k) you in lava Hit them to my product Just a taste was life threatenin Stretch his limbs out To 5 seperate ends Prey on my fall and every cent Like I don't know it I hold macs posin in flicks like Dinero in Ronin [Hook] Yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great Still up, holdin my 'gz up Not my name hold weight And you can betcha bottom dollar money mo' I make Lets get this cake Son do what it take Yeah, U. and N. sound greater than great Still up, holdin my 'gz up Not my name hold weight And you can betcha bottom dollar money mo' I make Lets get this cake