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Cruise (Pound Cake Remix)
- Yo listen Im a drop a beat here, poundin cake like Im chuggin beer open 40's with blues in my rear
- My rhymes you fear so listen clear ill take a look into your mind like a seer the words so divine the path to success has appeared
- I took the long journey to the top my grind couldnt stop my eyelids didnt drop so much studio time Id channel my inner Pac, My pops got shot like he was Tu
- now he hobbles like hes a drunk ass fool but hes a busted ass tool so stuck in addiction he left his son what a fucking asshole
- But here the fuckin facts tho, it taught me to grow faster my skin thicker my life longer lastin my people no longer fastin cause we eating faster and feastin fatter my bitches badder my tude madder I rage like Im rabbid
- Can't tame me, bringing in the bread pass the gravy cause lately
- Im making meals appear with the lines I sear into your mind Better not step outta line cause Im taking the game over one lane at a time
- with every bar that I rhyme with every song that I write I cant stop but why should I
- Im just writing whats on my mind no single line tells a single lie,
- sit down get out of my face Im blowing up Im getting out of this place fuck it Ill take outer space while Im on my way
- Fuck I cant stop, Im rising so fast here comes the top, have I made a mistake have I flopped I cant understand why I feel this way fuck it Im on Im hot Im what the people want so why do I wish I could fall from this spot?
- The fame isnt so great but its changed my life in a better way, I lost my fake friends and pushed the rest away but I guess thats the price I had to pay
- This life is priceless though, my flow is chill like icicle in negative 5 below
- I paid the piper then he played me, emptied my pockets took all of my savings
- Yeah, now my wallet is empty like the circle around me, had to get rid of the snakes with which I was surrounded
- My so called friends so fuckin phony a bunch of clownin ass homies only call me when they want me actin like theyve got somethin on me so I pound them
- Sure you helped put me to the top but only cause your fake asses were so toxic I had to stop, the associating with yall was wrong, I hit rock bottom next thing you know Im all alone all yall fake fuckers are gone
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