PoundCake 18'

Lyrics

Verse 2: A hundred shots from my pen, thats a led shower/ The only chrome that you clicking is a web browser/ It was ratchet when them ratchets got bung off/ I bung jawns, hitt'em and quit'em that shits a one-off/ I'm still on a high that I can't come off/ I wack every star that you feeling and knock the sun off/ Niggas moonlighting as rappers, get that body caught/ Niggas wanna eat with us, but we out of forks/ I used to dodge from the coppers, I ignore the pork/ You how the U.S. be (usb) they search me at the port/ Going through my bags, finna make me miss a flight/ No wonder niggas burning down a Walgreens tonight/ Darren killed Mike, Trayvon got iced/ If Ray Rice wife was white, that be life/ As long as we dying, or killing each other/ I guess its all the same to this rich motherfuckers/ Put on my shoes, walk a mile in my chuckas/ Lil niggas going to school with box cutters/ Lil niggas big ass tools, bigger choppers/ I made more dollars start fucking with bigger problems/ I made more dollars start fucking with different women/ Always OD, I'm pushing it to a limit/ Heard I'm Ice cold, she had to pay me a visit/ Ice cold B, my hearts below frigid/ Holding 22's from jump street, this ain't Channing/ Look/ Man on Fire, no Dakota Fanning/ In and out your city, touchdown like a Manning/ My thoughts is all over the place, my shits panning/ Mix my tracks down, loop my beats up/ It's always real shit here whenever we link up/ Verse 2: The pen is working, I'm back at it we clocked in/ Round all these beautiful devils it's hard to not sin/ Levels and levels, I climbed up outta the ghetto/ Then turned myself to Geppetto, no touching that break pedal/ Kings understand Kings/ Servants understand rings/ Shiny things I acquire, cuz I sing lyrics fire/ Anybody out now/ Sure they see the clout now, I'm on cloud nine/ What you want now? Get from round mine/ I mean, niggas that know this really, really they know whats up/ Niggas fold on call, can't even call ya bluff/ No hooks, just stiff jabs and uppercuts/ Watch me jump between these lines like it's double dutch/ Some niggas say they love you winning, but really they hate it/ You gotta learn who's gold & who's gold plated/ Bars on tabasco, since skating round in paschal/ I'm really rapping round half rappers, I'm such an asshole/ So many styles, I could never get bored/ Keep all my women in file, thats an emory board/ Bar'n niggas up thats what they'll remember me for/ A hook here, a hook there, but ummm really I'm raw/ Niggas got wheelchair legs, eating meals through a straw/ Can't fall in love with this life, at every corners the law/ View the azzure through the droptop, no one in my way/ Minus the sexual preference I'm probably Dorian gray/ Full of Sin/