Roy-El - Pound Cake (Remix) lyrics

Verse 1: Why do I rap? Most people never ask They a**ume I want to, they a**ume that I can They a**ume I'm up for it, like 12 a.m Assuming, I don't drop the ball don't want to fumble man... New Year, New life on the double man Don't you know Heavy's the head for the troubled man My past love bought me T.I. for my birthday damn I had a T.I. when I was calculating numbers ma'am Loves an equation and the answer is vexed We all deserve access to the best of the best Just to plot a few points, tell me where we intercept I'm still asking, why? Trying to figure out my Ex Writing down my lines like an asymptote Is he paying attention like they've asked him to? Man I still got cla** like I'm pa**ing notes Mr. Cla** president, yall can cast a vote It's a game huh? When they shut down the government I call that, Nights of the old republicans If it was my house, I'd smash yall in the head with a pumpkin And blame the democrats; Oktoberfest is for the drunk kids The key is for me to escape I'm not working retail at an employee's rate Bored up in the corner, writing down my past Words I control Alt-Del the managers for the task, Roy-El Verse 2: Yeah my city, I'll make ‘em proud like “that's our son” Flow so fire, make the C go and part one They say i got drive that's why I'm from Car-son I'll take the C out so yall can see I'm spitting arson I'm here to tell em what the difference is Being you and unique ain't all the same when there's differences Bugs me when people don't pursue their interests Ants don't ignore their fallen that's just ignorance More drive, more drive than the gosling Made beats during the summer, I'm saying i produced off-spring I'm trying to ball like the Spalding, why play horse with me when yall can barely ollie (Yeah My city) Verse 3: Wu tang said get the money Putty Tang said get the p**y Put myself in the game My jerseys sure to get a snooki See myself in the win though They better not dare overlook me Riding coach up in a plane Pause I watch the game like a rookie Had to go solo I needed space like the wookie I don't mean to start wars, but this monster is here to ball And you rappers all look like cookies So open up that jar jar, and bring me a little chewie I could shut it down like the discovery zone I sure lock things down You best discover me Homes So what son, it's elementary, I'm on a roll But the eff the A, even though I'm grade A with the flow Man have you ever heard anything as real as this Told you I got cla** from the beginning like syllabus Pa**ed the paper back and turned around, now she thinks I'm cute She face booked me, now her friend request I answer too I feel it in my heart and soul like the pastors do Shout out to ab-soul for putting us on, Yeah i Ab- Salute-ly Know it's irrelevant to my relatives that I rap so absolute I'm just saying this rap thing, it's what I have to do