Poundcake Freestyle x Ceejay
• Written by CeejayTheRapper
(Verse 1)
Dreaming of leaving
the city behind
To try to reach them same heights
that i'm destined to find
but my eyes require
red/burgundy shine
That means i will not stop
Until there's blood on the line
Recording what i'm thinking
Before when i was sleeping
Before the time was mine
But now i'm trying to find the deacon
To put a couple words in
The worst's been seeking the
curtains/hearse vans
lurking and creeping
Crazy with the wordplay
Lady told me lately i been acting like a jerk
But when i work she's getting thirsty
Call me on her worst day
Curse me, kiss me, miss me,
dissed me, reversed a
Trick that tripped me, tricked me,
and flipped me
dollars are crispy
and so is my fit
I flow so lift me, gift me, and grip me
H-Town, Whitney was who i was with
Memories are golden, feelings are beholding
the key to greatness is what
i'm 'bout to be toting
I told you, i told em'
Now you're in the background
Till' the day i die i promise you
I'll never back down
Get it?
Imma hit it so atomic i could bomb it
on a comet with no comments
on The Chronic so harmonic,
with the angels, supersonic, and iconic
that i caught it
when you threw away my dreams
And that's ironic, i promise
I don't like to promise,
but listen
Avoiding all my problems
so im trying to keep my distance
Music is artistic, no matter
where it came from
Super futuristic is the world
when the game is done
Raines
Son.
(Interlude)
Get it? Cause it's like my last name?
And like i'm a Raines son...literally.
Yeah
i'm a reign son
(Verse 2)
Cash rules everything
around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dollar dollar bills yall
But when them other
rappers start clowning
Everything's funny, you
never had a real job
So uh, let me give you
A reality check
Imma compare all
your music to a comedy set
Because it has no substance
I must stand up, i mean
no one else can
I am the man you fear
Like a white van in the night
Man it's clear
So fly my mind might land a leer
my kind is rare until you find a tear
From a legend,
so let me ask a question
What is real "Hip-Hop"?
If it's not flashy,
is it still "Hip-Hop"?
If we're all classy,
is it still "Hip-Hop"?
Well imma to do it even
if i got to steal Hip-Hop
And that's real talk, bout' to go home
and chill with the kinfolk
No Benz,
just dirtroads and Nintendo's
H-Town grinding
R.I.P Lorenzo
Pound Cake in her jeans
and she's steady/ready
Making Karat Cake in her dreams
Angel Food Cake sitting
in the heavens and pleased
With the rappers that ain't
talking homocide and the bling
But it's C.R.E.A.M
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CeejayTheRapper
Member since April 17 2015