Jay Swolo - #Cake [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: J.Ryte]
I got plenty cake, I got plenty dough
I got lots of bread, you should have roll
The money isn't red , the green is saying go
They say I lost my head, but I ain't tripping tho
Holding down my city, C-Port everywhere I go
I gotta get this money man, my ATMs a microphone
My heart don't beat, the beat I feel's the metronome
If you ain't getting money, then what the heck you living for?
Live fast, die young that's the only anthem
The day I die is when I play Ghost inside my Phantom
With a model on my side who thinks I'm really handsome
And then she pulls a gun on me and holds me up for ransom
The things that people do for this greenery
I know some dudes who'll befriend you just commit that thievery
Run up to your crib & steal the cheese up out your creamery
So better be prepared if they pull to your scenery
Raising the bar, let me get this of my chest tho
Why does high school make my life so stressful?
Options on my tray, I just wanna be successful
Nothing was the same, ever since I dropped Let Go
Cause ever since then, I've been moving so turtle
Feel like every step I make, I been running in circles
And Jay keeps hopping on these tracks like he running some hurdles
I'm proud of you dude, I'm just feeling so Urkel
Cause when your Wins low...you wonder where your friends go
Now your future dreams start jumping out the window
Lights are to kill for, nights so sinful
You dreaming while you sleeping and I'm dreaming through my pencil

[Verse 2: Jay Swolo]
Okay I made a couple stacks working minimum wage
Pullin' overtime at the minimum age
This chapter in my life holding such a critical page
Buildin' up all these emotions that's a chemical rage
Always in a rush cuz I fear the day the lights dim
My younger self was happy hope I grow up to be like him
Benjamin Button thuggin'
Feelin' high as a flight sim
When life handing you Ls
You gotta cherish every slight win
Because these lows come more often than the kites send
I put my life on the line like a tight end
Workin fast cash, reaching hard for my goals
No time for social drama I swear this shit gettin old
So now I'm running from these Ghosts in my past
Tryna get this money going down the right path
If I don't come in first then I come in dead last
(Can't slow down cuz this life's too fast)
Yeah I know this Marco's money won't hold me forever
Sometimes you need more than cheese and a little feta
I'm tryna build a foundation
Then stack it 50 stories high like the Nation
We undertaking, you niggas faking
Persona counterfeit, I'm out of it
Up out the atmosphere
Rap game Mike Ty, nigga
Punch em out in here
My homie Ryte taught me
Me & Thai kickin' wisdom
Early days spittin' on Adobe Audition
Got a little buzz, and I changed up my signature
Started from phase 1, wit some expenditures
And I don't glorify shit but being glorious
I ain't afraid to lose, cuz I been so victorious
Ain't got the key to the fame but I'm molding it
J.S. do it B.I.G., so we notorious
That's steady progress, as you can see
Hashtag food, pound C.A.K.E
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