Samsquanch - Pound Cake lyrics

[Verse 1] These rappers need Said, these rappers need a new gameplan I'm a one man Wu-Tang clan Poontang can make your whole crew change man When these rappers is looking old I bring that new thing in All black like a Bruce Wayne fan Trying to run it the same way that Usain ran At fast speeds I be laughing at these rappers Who won't catch me Don't do it to 'em, ruin 'em God, that flow nasty I'm just running circles around 'em Once my circle's around 'em We circle circles around 'em And every verse is astounding I ain't messing with square rappers Getting k**streaks on these rappers I need a care package Attention's free so don't pay attention They staring at us I want this sh** forever like marital status Breaking records, trying to break my terrible habits I'm uncomparable, nobody's on my level I mean nobody's on our level Our levels looking level to each other So y'all in trouble We both k**ing 'em it's double the trouble Don't want a rebu*tal, bu*thole So you can keep on your muzzle Married to the music My wife better have two wedding rings This hair's getting big It's in your fast food every day I'ma get my first tattoo, let me think Right across my forehead, cash rules everything I'm that monster under your bed I'm that problem stuck in your head The one that get so big I gotta run from the feds And end up shot and covered in red, dead My girl mad cause of something I said I used to have a filter on my brain But too many dirty thoughts got it filthy I should change The truth hurts, I can deal with the pain Im saying, don't need to shine I'ma chill in the rain, I'm drained In a plane, k**ing the game, I'm Bane Cause I can feel in my veins Dealing with the sickest rappers, just the illest remain I'm saying, you need to stay in your lane Me and my team in the carpool on the road to riches Guarantee the car's full I'm like pica**o with the pen, art school I just black on track, charcoal When it go back to back, all do Cause I can sharpshoot, and quickdraw too Your b**h fall through Love what I'll do This finna show you I'm married to the music And I hope that we're never apart, boo Every part that I do needs a part two But I got bars to sit on, bar stools