nextshit Lyrics

I pour my heart out, like the wine in my glass

This some shit that'll pass

My memory downed with the flask

Remember when I would laugh

I'll be back in a half, another half and I'm up, or am I down

Only time can tell, so I'ma ball like Dorrell Wright in my own right

For now it hurts to write

Often put up the mic

Losing sight of my own life

Another day, some more strife

So get your cake up, before you wake up, yeah

Get your cake up, before you wake up, uh

Get your cake up, before you wake up, uh

Get your cake up, so when you wake up

You got some bread in your pocket

Topped this shit so I stopped it

Constant offense, the way I pop shit, objectively dejected

My heart up in the casket

Vision blurry, just like Curry, still can't see the basket

All your music trash, so I trashed it, qwop nice wit' it

Actually tasking me with challenge, what a sight to see

Still basking in the limelight, with my rhymes tight

Mr. Crime Rate, I be tipping scales, flipping coins, I still wish you well

Who gon' fail? Tell me, who gon' fail? I don't fail, I only do it big

Breaking legs, we ain't doing jigs

This shit gon' bang at my first gig, this shit gon' bang, uh

So get your cake up, before you wake up, yeah

Get your cake up, before you wake up, uh

Get your cake up, before you wake up, uh

Get your cake up, so when you wake up

You fuck on hoes like it's nothing

Gaining trust ain't a subject, when you getting the paper

She think that you gon' save her

Losing bills on some cheap thrills

Another day, still tryna find my will

Uh, and when she holding you, yeah, uh

And when she holding you

And when she holding you, know I hit it first uh yeah

And when she holding you, know I hit it first, uh

And when she holding you, know I hit it first

In the stu' with my nigga Hu', we gon' get to work, uh

And when she holding you, know I hit it first

Just trying to tell the truth, you pussies getting hurt, uh yeah

Loosely based on the basis that I'm the GOAT

You niggas gon' hate cause I'm doing it on my own

Not to mention I'm heaven sent

God's greatest gift, you a peasant, bitch

Petty hoes won't admit he cold, still fucking with him though

Homies know when the city lights low, we riding three deep, counting up the bankroll

Got a big grin on my face, counting the prophet's profit

Even our holy father couldn't have called it

Calloused fingers vice grip the pen

My sweat on drip, goddamn

So get your cake up before you wake up

Yeah, get your cake up before you wake up, uh

Get your cake up before you wake up, uh

Get your cake up so when you wake up

You feel your life has a purpose, purposely regained a sense of urgency

Ain't no one hurting me, I'm free like the birds in the sky

Talking to the trees and the birds, they my guys

Do before you die, sounds simple, I sigh

Really, I'm just looking for escape as of late

Too many people all up in my face

Asking this and asking that, shut the fuck up

And let a real nigga rap, sit back

Watch me unload the clip on this 8-track

Straight facts from me to you, just take that

I'm too heated, just to stay back

My mind stuck on the four count

Hoe took a straight route to my bank account

Now she lost and found

I'm still working on my sound

I'm out and about

But we gon' lay that bit down

Uh, we gon' lay that bit down