Top Flight - Pound Cake lyrics

{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