{Verse 1: Young Birk}
Poundcake
Every bar I lay give a rapper the frowned face
n***as see me stunting
Want nothing but first place
n***as hate on me cause my team we show greatness
I said shine though
Made a pa** like rondo , score alonzo
{verse 2: Jy Carter}
I thank god for where Im at now
And these b**hes 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 sh** ?
Who promote this sh** ?
Who know who wrote this sh** ?
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 f**ing corny a** cowards
Or should I do that ?
If i get permission too
I'd be happy to but only if my n***as 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 n***as is noosense just clueless and stuck on stupid
Yall be hating on some sh**
I give zero f**s about yall
You will never join my team , Im a ball hog
TF til' no breath
You smoke on meth while i write my sh** and want my checks
Ah
Yall hoes nasties , make daughters with dead beats
You other n***as red meat
Damn
I feel sorry for yall
Kind of cautions
Thats easy to say , we beat your f**ing head in like we been f**ing with dre
Uh
This live on to be a cla**ic
Kick a** or get your a** kicked
You damn dummies , uh
Crummy n***as
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 n***as forming more squares than n***as with plaid shirts
Uh
Us f** n***as 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