Pound Cake (Freestyle)

Tom and Jerry, these cats are just funny Pound cake, like I’m hashtaggin’ the money Lightyears ahead, rappers see they ain’t close I know your status lower bracket w/o reading your posts Hometown hero, just call me D to the Rose Unlike Ewing I ain’t giving out when they knee me the most Boys that fuck with me are losin’ their lives dude Fuck missing persons they’ll need Ghost hunters to find you Passin’ Kendrick Lamar for the top spot ya bish Refuse to be number 2 unless they call me the shit Got no choice but to watch the throne, the chair is full When I have a son, collapse your lungs, the heir is full The thought of letting my family down is just unbareable I’m super like A Saiyan when their hair is gold Dudes telling lies, But reach on me and I promise you I got more Young bloods dropping than Uncle Drew They wanted something new, this is that old school I’m getting cocky now, this is I told you… Checking out Rihanna, the way I’m lookin at her But I knew she had cake, way Chris Brown had her battered Getting a buzz, nothing in me but alcohol and anger While y’all was wasting time, I was in the hyperbolic chamber I’m the future of this shit, this is tomorrow… Top’s lonely, finding my friends like pickin out waldo They can’t defeat me, I’m rippin’ em all dope You’d have to get luckier than Daft punk hittin the lotto Y’all think I came for the game, it’s way more than this They’ll have to put a blurred line on my Robin Thicke When I’m fucking these rappers bitches in a porno flick Because on the real, I’m so sick of these corny kids… And I’m Children of the Corn sick, murder on these fags You won’t be on the back burner once I take this burner off my back No matter how far I go, and how much I higher my craft When they can fuse Selena Gomez n Sasha Grey, I’ma retire from rap And marry the offspring But mention my name and I’ll still tear em apart b Test me? And I’ll bust you with this ratchet, tommy gun I was calling him that way before you called Miley one I’m a Giant on my toes, straight stepping on these haters Peyton Manning, even my worst games better than your greatest Rappers go from the best to cold, dead and under earth Live your dreams but only way you’ll sleep on me’s in a fuckin hearse This is when push comes to shove, bad comes to worse I always get the last one in, don’t matter who’s laughin first What you think I rap for? to push your fuckin Rav 4 in a ditch Burn the evidence, the body and weapons, every little bit… So this is rap’s newest attraction, lames make room… Y’all squares haven’t got play since I was playin’ Gamecube Ushering in a new era in Denver, young Brain Shaw 50 bars on them, that’ll extinguish any self hyped fire talk