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