Pound Cake (Freestyle)

I love this game too much, I guess I'm obsessed Little stimuli, visualise my concepts Shit is complex, from RWD Now I'm in Complex, left them by a long stretch Man waste an entire life looking for Loch Ness He's fucking jobless, the city's godless This rat race, it's like we're in a contest It's mad strange the way these rappers cross-dress, uh My reputation's the only thing that I care about Turned the rap into a career, now the Carrera's out No camera phones, lavish home full of rag and bone Only skeletons in my closet that I'm clearing out Been round the world and we're the only names you hear about I have to go on my Instagram to know my whereabouts I bought the max of 30 racks and never wear em out Ouch! One too many shots, now they're thinking that I'm a target Rarely stay in England, I'm thinking about the market Releasing an album's great, the second time is the hardest Whatever I have to do, I'll do it better regardless Bredders get grey hairs gossiping in the barber's One freestyle and they're thinking that they're hardest Moment of silence for every rapper out of a deal Incapable of finishing what they started The same perception, everything is the way it seems Wanted to be this big when I was fifteen Mild nights doing shit I daydream Being backstage, busting Joe with Jay-Z They buy none of the dream and they try and sell you Once you get your money right there ain't nothing no one can tell you When you have a similar taste, eat from the same menu Share similar stage, sell out the same venue Shit classic, Pete and Planet Rock They're bitter over the shit that they haven't got I swag a lot, I brag a lot Cause all I do is win, win, win, no matter what Women wanna take me out, let's have a shot Rappers wanna take me out, have a shot, uh Your lyrics cheesy to me I heard your F64 in my E63, woo Done some planning, you're just planning to fail How the hell you mad at me? You should be mad at yourself Rappers get a bit of fame and then embarrass themselves Hire a bunch of managers, can't even manage themselves Man are only happy for you when the shit does well Hating on a man soon as the shit don't sell Dropping wisdom on the youngers so the kids don't fail Tell these hoes I got a girl so every kiss don't tell Ask all the teachers, I wasn't the A* child Bet they're calling me a star now Bet they're filling the class now Tell all my teachers I'm still in the C class Just the seat's more comfy and the window's all tinted My shirt and tie became a little more vintage, uh Real and fake became so easy to distinguish Tweets from my foreign fans, no-speak-a-English, uh Festivals with Ellie Goulding and Example Now these rappers using Ellie Goulding on a sample Rappers saw early, I could show you my examples, uh It's my time, I could show you a whole armful Heard that man are getting bitter again Man have started going off on Twitter again They tell themselves that they ain't jealous, they just sit and pretend I know they're thirsty for the glamour and the glitter again Tell the olders that I'm still the little kid in the ends Just in the kind of places Kate and Pippa attend I left the pizza boys that thought I won't deliver again You say you're gonna be around, we'll see who is in the end Fire