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Pound Cake
- Fuck the fake shit, Imma keep it non fiction
- I want no one around me, like Mom in the kitchen
- I broke away from these boys, like U.S from Britain
- Except for GRC, because we're on a mission
- Like a Missionary, even though I'm not a Christian
- Only surround myself with those who match my ambition
- I'm driven to have more written than Bart Simpson, that's why the kid got
- more bars than a Prison
- I pray that's not where I'm headed
- But what good will that do if I don't follow a religion?
- Maybe one day I'll end up living the vision
- and everything will come together and I'll see some friction
- It's hard to keep my sanity when all these niggas trying me
- But I put it all behind me cause I'm tryna leave a dynasty
- I'll get bad bitch and have these niggas think "how fine is she?"
- Make revenue while we seventy two, minus three
- I have big dreams cause the man is who I'm tryna be
- These boys steadly schemin, so I do my shit privately
- But when I blow up, I ain't gone do the shit quietly
- When I make it to the top, I'm just gone say "finally"
- Just sit back and marvel at everything I built
- But don't take it to heart like that one guy Bill
- Now ya'll looking at me like I'm the one you might kill
- I hope you have a Plan B like one drunk night pill
- Run up if you want, just not my light bill
- Knock your lights out, you sipping on NyQuil
- Like what Rhonda did to Correia
- If you got a problem then I'll show you who's the greatest
- You cannot find the beast, Yeti in the Himalayas
- Don't come to H Town, I run the city like a Mayor
- Smith &Wesson teaches lessons, we got drums like snares
- Have your Reverend spreading blessings, saying your name in his
- prayers
- Fuck around, get jailed, my freedom isn't promised
- Whole plan derailed, was on a roll like Thomas
- So I cannot fail, gotta count these commas
- Ya boy look pale, I'm coming up like vomit
- I seen it all coming, sum like Nostradamus
- While ya'll were sleeping on me, must have forgot your pajamas
- Wanna be on a yacht, somewhere off the edge of the Bahamas
- So I work nonstop, Chances come like comets
- I swear it feels like I found the missing piece of the puzzle
- I got love for my town, but there's no peace, only trouble
- They'll put you in ground like Stanley with the shovel
- Don't expect me to be around, when the cookie crumbles
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