DUJEOUS - Cake lyrics

rate me

Hear that stomach rumblin'

Hungry for a piece of that cake

Dope ain't the only form of that hustlin'

Damn, I need a piece of that cake

Take this personal and literal

Don't mean to dishevel you

I'm just taking the top quarter

Of your four-layer devil's food

So take the candles off

But leave the frosting on

Your celebration's belated

I knew this day would come

Rearrange your budgets for marketing and tour support

Big bills, you best believe I'm checking for watermarks

Better off uplinking angelo and wiring it

Or setting up something in the Cayman Islands

Ok, I'm whylin'

But the simple fact is

The other acts you got are out of practice

And hyperactive

Plus slightly faggot

The mic be magic in our hands

That's why we have it

The pressure messes up the tension in your racket

And now it's back to love-love, first game, second set

You spent your whole damn advance

Now it's advantage us

We do this for the love-love

Don't get it tossed or twist

You copped a tennis bracelet

But we cut off your wrist

Needing the cake

Reason why the rent is late

Pushing stakes

In the hearts of the vampires that's living fake

Spending twenty-one bucks to get a break

Every week now nine to five this ain't no give and take

I'd rather just make music

But it's too difficult

The record deal's elusive like a animal that's mythical

A typical week

Cop a twentysack

If it's good, it's gravy

Fifties or better I need a raise, see

It's crazy

To stay afloat

Cats with cake stay in harmony

I'm standing in line to pick a note

When it's

Filling your coats

And it's

That hope floats

And it's paying a note on a crib that ain't dope

Second-class citizen I just can't cope

Got me drowning in deep water on a hustle from broke

Two fat chicks hustle to the store to get chips

One crackhead sits on the corner for fix

Three duns beat him down for kicks

Take his two-for-five money

And they buy a nick of that shit

We call it schwag, they think it's chocolate

Everybody get high

Somebody's getting rich

Three good ol' boys eating steaks

Puffing Cubans

The niggas that rolled Œem

Puffing Newp's, eating Cubans

Cops on the strip

Tell ho's to keep it moving

Taxpayer gets locked up for whore-cruising

The cake's still baking

And it ain't too amusing

For those with no slice

Ego get a good bruising

Crime rate high and it's not too confusing

The rich whip cream and the rest just losing