Selah The Corner - Foreign Exchange (Pound Cake Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Selah the Corner] In the back of mind I want to win it Running this rap race until the finish Cause CHH been home for a minute But I'll probably leave it alone in a minute I told the homies 'bout love, k** then later risen But why love when they see how far the hater get them I spit God word. Every bar is plagiarism I Look around and all I'm seeing is favoritism I know what its like to be last on it Get a concept bar and even fast on it Get a track black out and straight mash on it For somebody to tell you they're going to pa** on it Tears of a real spitta They bottle living water I need a real river And my mission to try and marry her What I deliver ain't bigger than the deliverer So tell me about your goal homie You rap for the rock, you gotta roll homie Ill tell you what an old school with flow told me Y'all's way, currency is souls homie So I'm only on that money tip While these politician will fold like a money clip Souls of the paper I'm a fiend But you already know what I mean Its all about the C.R.E.A.M [Verse 2: Selah the Corner] I've been in cyphers with some of the realest Handled a couple rappers, y'all call them the illest But still I tell them the bars with the divine control Collabs ducking me they don't wanna get mid control, its cool Fame never what I run on Souls the prey and i'm steady getting my hunt on Nearing my end zone and these rappers getting their punt on Trying to make music theses unbeliever can't front on Y'all already know that I spit to the shooters What they callin' us Sevin? Neighborhood polluters But homie, yo tracks and the Christ we link, probably stopped more k**ings than your neighborhood precinct My conglomerate honors the cost We light up the dark and we honor the torch And were using this Hip Hop in finding the lost Don't like what were doing? We come off the porch [Verse 3: Bizzle] That's what its about, huh? Bizzle! They hypnotized by the Bar Code Spit a lie flip a pie for their car note Live and die just to whip a ride and check the iPhone Get to dissing God, know the kitchen got a hot stove (lets go) You ain't feelin me, I feel the same Agree to disagree just don't get in the way And try to compare Bizzle to a lil' Wayne is comparing a couple dope lines to a brick of cain What you rappers want? respect? After seeing the things you rappers will do for a check This week is a pistol next week it's a dress This week is molly next week its s** Wonder what they will have y'all telling us all next Live fast die young they're selling us all d**h Lil' Snupe past I didn't even wan to read about it Same cats pushing murder raps want to tweet about it But homie what are you going to do about it You probably supplied the soundtrack for the dude who shot him You pop murder all in your songs But if murders wrong then its wrong It shouldn't be about the money