Pound Cake

[HOOK:]

 

[Starts at 00:30]

 

[VERSE 1:]

Surrounded by the hate and the people,

Paranoia takes control it's too lethal,

Starting doing things that aren't even legal,

Started treating people different and being unequal,

 

Things I was against I've started practising, don't know if it was deliberate or if it was an accident, don't know if I was influenced or if it was me managing, my own fucking actions and doings that are damaging,

 

Uh, feeling myself shrink, no time to relax or eat or drink, always making movements so I don't really think, and people keep telling me to find new girls to link,

 

Uh, leave me alone, been a while I've been back so I haven't been home, my mums telling me focus but I'm in my zone, and I air everyone out so I don't pick up the phone,

 

Please don't question my actions, I'm in my own world and the Earth's a distraction, toxins building up inside my brain, it just blackens, one day I'll be gone but please don't dread my absence,

 

Money is the key, and I'm just outchea here tryna stack it, not by selling drugs and wearing branded jackets, not by smoking weed and opening the packets, not by anything of that sort, I'm just rapping,

 

What's wrong with me I fucking wonder? Through everyone else's eyes I'm still a younger, I'm out of my yard I haven't spoke to my mother, 5th time this week I've been beefing my own brother,

 

I feel like running away from this life, fuck a future fuck a job fuck a wife, fuck your insta fuck your comments fuck your likes, nowadays I feel like doing whatever I think is right,

 

I've been used so many times so I stay lowkey, my circles small and consists of my homies, but even my own broskis don't know me, cause I have problems I keep to myself when I'm lonely,

 

Only a youngin' but I think I've already failed my mum, cause whatever I'm doing right now is worse than what I've done, I've gotta start focusing I don't rap for fun, I wanna do this shit for a living but I think I'm not the one,

 

Should I stay rapping or should I leave it, cause I don't see progress and I mean it, I'm feeling stressed out every single weekend, there's realism in my lyrics but I don't see it,

 

[HOOK:]

 

[VERSE 2:]

Uh, but I assure you that I'll prevail one day,

Might be not right now but I swear it'll be someday,

Looking at my problems at the end of the week on a Sunday,

Everyday is effort so why should I stress over Monday?,

 

And if you don't like me then please just fucking leave me,

Stop fantasising 24/7 on how you're gonna beef me,

Chances are when I'm older you won't fucking see me,

So why is it that when it comes to your issues you always fucking need me,

 

The only thing in front of me right now is my stressed fate,

So I don't have time for all of your pointless next hate,

I only need a few people in my life, let the rest hate,

Lord knows what I'm thinking beefing my own best mate,

 

I'm out of my mind I need to reach my targets,

They're in the palms of my hand but they're too hard to harness,

Always making sure my pen has it's sharpness,

So I can write and potentially get through the darkness,

 

And I don't need your opinion, I don't want your rate,

I'm chasing a dream, not letting none of my brothers wait,

Apparently a bad influence, so all the mothers hate,

I'm gonna climb to the top, starting with this Pound Cake,