Pound Cake (Freestyle)
I'm strapped up wit my backpack
These people contemplating my last raps
My eyes on the future
I'm headed up on the fast track
100 a feature
I bet a hundred could back that
I rap circles round niggas
I'm coming up on my last lap
Uh
Its all good
That's what I told my ex
Hard feelings rearranged when I wrote the text...
Yes
But Imma play it like chess
cuz I aint got time for drama
So I put that hoe in check like
What was she doing when she aint notice it?
Life up in the balance
Had to focus it
And like anthrax mail when you open it
I knew this shit would kill way before I even wrote this bitch
Uh
Hold my city down like an anchor
The more that I spend this money
The more it show bout the paper
Throw up a couple grand
And give these bitches the vapors
You sayin that you my nigga
But really bitch you a hater
And I aint got the time
Spittin these rhymes
Racin for women & wine
Think I'm ahead of the line
All these verses so sublime
Deep in depth in my mind
Like I was born up in the future
I'm ahead of my time
Yes Lawd
And I just want to know how better feels
That's on me
17, gettin better still
This shit goes out to all the niggas that be fakin trill
Claiming that they ill but yo they never real
These people contemplating my last raps
My eyes on the future
I'm headed up on the fast track
100 a feature
I bet a hundred could back that
I rap circles round niggas
I'm coming up on my last lap
Uh
Its all good
That's what I told my ex
Hard feelings rearranged when I wrote the text...
Yes
But Imma play it like chess
cuz I aint got time for drama
So I put that hoe in check like
What was she doing when she aint notice it?
Life up in the balance
Had to focus it
And like anthrax mail when you open it
I knew this shit would kill way before I even wrote this bitch
Uh
Hold my city down like an anchor
The more that I spend this money
The more it show bout the paper
Throw up a couple grand
And give these bitches the vapors
You sayin that you my nigga
But really bitch you a hater
And I aint got the time
Spittin these rhymes
Racin for women & wine
Think I'm ahead of the line
All these verses so sublime
Deep in depth in my mind
Like I was born up in the future
I'm ahead of my time
Yes Lawd
And I just want to know how better feels
That's on me
17, gettin better still
This shit goes out to all the niggas that be fakin trill
Claiming that they ill but yo they never real
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Patterson
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