Chorus
Tell me how to make cake, should I be real or fake
Man I'm struggling and wanna find a way to break
Should I be a thug, never sold a drug
Tell me how to eat, be real or pack heat
(Repeat)
1st
What does it take to make cake
Should I fake being a thug mug people to get a break
Putting my freedom at stake, tell me do I feed them the snake
Lead them to break every law run fleeing from Jake
Or sell drugs, bust slugs, give enemy's hugs
Hang with men that got abusive written all on there mugs
Living in fear, camera's in the air and under the rugs
Treat my wife like dirt and give my crew the shout out and plugs
It bugs me out what thugs be bout
Better off, should I go the route of working hard and earning my clout
Play to win despite the sin this life is in
Put my pen to the paper for the price of tin
No that I'm nice so grin, bear the stress within
Telling the truth no matter how much it be burning my skin
Caught up in twin life's, one real and one fake
Be real and earn money or be fake and take, I need cake
Chorus
2nd
Tell me should I take X, while having unsafe sex
Drive a Lex living deep in the projects and flex
Like a baller, get a girl pregnant and not call her
When the landlords coming looking for friends to stall her
Street brawler, ready to set it from one stare
Be fair to one's that hurt me and hurt the ones dear, to my heart
Start fights in clubs for fun
And Wright a ton of rhymes bragging bout me bussing my gun
Or be a father to my son if I had one to raise
Tell him who to praise and that crime never pays
Find way's to show him true love through out his days
Be the apple in his eye, a legend like Willie Mays
It stays on my mind everyday
I'm wanna find a way to get the whole population out here to pay,
More attention to peace making before it's all gone
How do you make it big without causing people to morn, put me on
Chorus
3rd
I need to know should I commit a crime, so can do jail time
Come out in ten years boasting bout it all in my rhyme
Over the hill, fronting like I'm still in my prime
Up in the club parting hoping to bag me a dime
Or should I stay on a twenty four high
And drink a forty every morning after smoking chocolate tie
Buy a brick flip it knowing that I'm living a lie
And walk around fronting like I aint afraid to die
Or should I try to be a stand up guy
And stay alert till it's time for me to get my peace of the pie
Getting by knowing that my only limit's the sky
Why should I cry, with my art I do believe I can fly
Stay in shape, work hard and master the game
While being humble never giving in to money and fame
Caught up in two worlds, one real and one fake
Be real and earn money or be fake and take, I need cake
Chorus
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