PastorDAVE - Pound Cake(Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Pastor Dave] GBS we out here Pastor Dave Wish i had my homie Blind Frog for this one Big Booty Records 8 Hill Street Production Hookah Boy's GBS Let's get it [Verse 1: Pastor Dave] Cash rules everything around me, cream Everything you see around you ain't just how how it's seems Succumb to everything, yo that p**y money weed Pa** me the hookah and then pa** the motherf**ing trees Focus on success, gotta be patient now Took a job nine a hour what I'm making now Not success, if it was success id be making thous It was success id have all the models naked now Having a g belt in high school really don't mean nothing Spent your whole pay check homie stop fronting But no knock, you doing you but doing you ain't doing me So I'ma do me even when I approach the beat That means no false threats look at how I'm doing Even this rap really ain't what I'm pursuing But I went into the lab and just look what I started brewing Got my first line down and the rest just started cruising Pastor trying to make millions That means ain't gotta spare feelings Pop a couple shots for my realest Come at me take a couple shots from my realest Got a lot of potential look up to the ceiling Can't see it couldn't get to it gotta climb the building You rappers making up what are you concealing Saying I'ma leave you spilling and I'm the trillest Just cause to everyone that sh** sounds appealing [Verse 2: Pastor Dave] Thought I was finished on some meek sh** please b**h Peep this was for winter murder but leaked it Believe this Told you in the first verse it ain't what it seems b**h My bars is the sh** but come out the cleanest Ain't into cars or clothes Party's and hoes But I wear nice sh**, drink with my bros This girl want my dick, so I guess I like hoes About to give it to her quick, but on the down low Let's bring it back the cyphers at Monchy's got me started I would get high and spit my rhymes was retarded When It came to the best pastor Dave was always regarded Cause every time I spit to be the best was my target Stay puffin on that shisha, stop f**ing with that reefer But I'll still kick it with Mary like FIFA Back home fam keep guns on their waist like a beeper You can try and run from that bullet but it will reach ya [Verse 3: Pastor Dave] Cake cake cake cake cake cake b**hes popping p**y that's fish cake I nutted on her booty that's a mist cake I wasn't supposed to say that that's a mistake f**ed her on the counter that's a marble cake I want j**els and cash that's ice cream cake Albert Pujols money that's an angel cake Cake cake cake cake cake I see some dudes do some shady sh** like aftermath To their boys and try to be cool you just have to laugh They'll double cross ya back and try to be fam after that It's a f**ed up world when you try to fathom that I'm just trying to be successful When I grew up in Buffalo Everybody trying to hustle And happy cause they got a couple But in reality they stupider than Barney Rubble But not me I learned I'm staying away from that trouble I ain't want to worry about catching b's I want to worry about if I'm catching z's I just want a good job and be petting c's And chill with my homies GBS till the d**h of me