Tekst piosenki
{Verse 1: Young Birk}
Poundcake
Every bar I lay give a rapper the frowned face
Niggas see me stunting
Want nothing but first place
Niggas hate on me cause my team we show greatness
I said shine though
Made a pass like rondo , score alonzo
{verse 2: Jy Carter}
I thank god for where Im at now
And these bitches thank god they’re hair flat now
Who cares if jy carter put a song up ?
I ain’t signed , it wouldn’t matter if I take down
Look
Who 'gone know this shit ?
Who promote this shit ?
Who know who wrote this shit ?
Uh , what if we future or a chris tucker
Or a lil’ romeo or a little brother
Uh ,that had me thinking for a long time
I dont care im writing rhymes not committing crimes
Who knows what im doing if its not this
Prolli’ not wrting rhymes and committing crimes
Im dreaming : new studi , new groupies
Thats new booties , turbo on a new hoopty
One dozen on 9-5
One dozen times 9-5 dollar sign
Its over
Uh , whats wrong with yall ?
I’ll destroy you and the damn clone of yall
Im chasing my dream ; listen
Stay out of my damn business
A rollie gone’ shine but look at my dream glissing
{verse 3: Jy Carter}
I take hip hop than give it power
Than it will devour all you fucking corny ass cowards
Or should I do that ?
If i get permission too
I’d be happy to but only if my niggas do
I take control of yall like a steering wheel on a bumper car
Yall too light
Can’t flip cars
If yall was mad , yall prolly’ tryed to do infinite crimes
If yall was mad , i’d prolly’ laugh at yall infinite times
Ha
Who got beef with me ?
Mush your face with a steakum
Than frighten yall like police dogs hopping out of street cars
Uh huh
And thats the game that im in
But all you niggas is noosense just clueless and stuck on stupid
Yall be hating on some shit
I give zero fucks about yall
You will never join my team , Im a ball hog
TF til’ no breath
You smoke on meth while i write my shit and want my checks
Ah
Yall hoes nasties , make daughters with dead beats
You other niggas red meat
Damn
I feel sorry for yall
Kind of cautions
Thats easy to say , we beat your fucking head in like we been fucking with dre
Uh
This live on to be a classic
Kick ass or get your ass kicked
You damn dummies , uh
Crummy niggas
Yall the crumbs , where the mice at ?
TF we in here
We ain’t roll no dice yet
My circle tight , still hang with the real first
You niggas forming more squares than niggas with plaid shirts
Uh
Us fuck niggas done burried ourselves
If we done burried ourselves , why we gone’ carry the wealth ?
I wrote bars and he behind em’
Pumas to long boy why you ever buy them
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