Yell Ell - Pound Cake Freestyle lyrics

[Yell Ell verse] Yeah, Doomsday... Let's get it 302 New Castle, Yeah... Uh I know some n***as hating, but I'm the lyrical godly rapper you've been awaiting, I'm Speaking with a flow so cold or rather contagious it's a I'll be the next voice over my generation man the Buzz getting high man who tryna match with me, these Women showing titties feel like I'm in rack city, my First track is hot, these n***as couldn't believe it now I'm Feeling Frank Lucas like I got the streets fiending man I heard a couple wack tracks that's doing some numbers I seen some illegit stacks that's making me wonder But I'm the type to bring this thunder where you n***as slumber You slept on me long enough it's time for me to wake you up Uh, I'm on that sh** you didn't see coming Like neighbors at your front door when they need something But if I snooze on n***as they look confused man I'm Ready yeah I'm ready my showers are in confetti Cuz it's a celebration this musics my obligation like Chaperones on vacations I think I'm losing my patience Going crazy like I ran out of my medication but this Music saved me like I was trapped in Osama's basement, face It I'm bout to blow up, I soaked her camel toe up, funny I'm getting money now these homies wanna show up, cause Everytime I spit I'm in danger of making hits, when my Flow is just the sh**, got these rappers throwing fits, like how I came in the game and I'm running it like a coach, and Every lady that's listening's loving how I approach, and I should be select the rapper impressing most so when They open polls, I hope you go out and vote me And ion coast, my pedal is through this metal these Haters noses is growing somebody should call Gepetto, they Lying all the time, hating on every Rhyme, keep playing Both of the sides I just might grab you some Stilettos I'm feeling kinda Melo like I ball for the Knicks, cause I Kept it acapella wasn't claiming a clique, cause n***as wasn't about it they just did it for kicks, maybe Did it for a year I'm tryna do it for six, or Until I'm filthy rich, rappers better beware, I'm the Hottest MC on the come up this year, man the Way I'm rapping now you'd think the summer was here, probably Got these n***as sweating in they bu*ters with fear, like I'm Ending careers, or head hunting like New Orleans players I'm making big hits, rest in peace to Sean Taylor See to these beats imma menace like Dennis and like a Fat kid at dinner time n***a I'm not finished Talking that sh** and before you finish ya sentence goons Hit you in ya jaw "oh lord he need a dentist!" I'm All about my business it's survival of the fittest and you Rappers looking chubby God dam you gotta love me huh? You gotta love me huh... Yeah.. Something quick for you n***as.. yeah