Pound cake remix
[Intro]
Verse 1: Phenom
How the fuck could you possibly think I'm not ill
When I spit flames like a dragon and show that I've got skills
If you doubt me I hope you overdose when you pop pills
No matter my goal, guarantee, I will not fail
Ha, you n***as not on my level
While y'all digging your graves, I'm just supplying the shovel
You're happy with the status quo and I'm striving for better
Like I'm still looking for a home, I haven't decided to settle
For anything less than this continuous work I'm putting out
I see your BS and begin to berserk when I look around
At the undeserved getting blessed, I'm sitting stressed
Wondering how I'm gonna make a living but I ain't finished yet
I been a threat to deceivers just like a lie detector
Exposing the fake that's why you n***as know to try me never
I'm kinda clever with constructing these rhymes
Writing every deep thought that's been stuck in my mind
A couple of times I've struggled to find
A real reason to believe that there is something divine
The cumbersome lies the devil tells to trouble your lives
Lets me know that god exists, which I'm comforted by
Cause it gives me the feeling that I am not alone
It gives me the strength that is needed when taking body blows
From the punches that life throws at me until I find a hole
And crack his fucking skull when I put my fist right upside his dome
Success is what they damn me for
Friends that hate to see you doing better ain't your mans no more
I'm the legs of paraplegic hoes I can't stand you whores
Cause n***as are snakes that's why I can't even shake hands no more
Money talks, you ain't about a dollar no conversation
I be headed/beheaded to the cash, in my way then off I'm taking
The necks of anybody plotting my fall
Drake voice in a decade we'd have forgotten you all (yeah)
Verse 1: Phenom
How the fuck could you possibly think I'm not ill
When I spit flames like a dragon and show that I've got skills
If you doubt me I hope you overdose when you pop pills
No matter my goal, guarantee, I will not fail
Ha, you n***as not on my level
While y'all digging your graves, I'm just supplying the shovel
You're happy with the status quo and I'm striving for better
Like I'm still looking for a home, I haven't decided to settle
For anything less than this continuous work I'm putting out
I see your BS and begin to berserk when I look around
At the undeserved getting blessed, I'm sitting stressed
Wondering how I'm gonna make a living but I ain't finished yet
I been a threat to deceivers just like a lie detector
Exposing the fake that's why you n***as know to try me never
I'm kinda clever with constructing these rhymes
Writing every deep thought that's been stuck in my mind
A couple of times I've struggled to find
A real reason to believe that there is something divine
The cumbersome lies the devil tells to trouble your lives
Lets me know that god exists, which I'm comforted by
Cause it gives me the feeling that I am not alone
It gives me the strength that is needed when taking body blows
From the punches that life throws at me until I find a hole
And crack his fucking skull when I put my fist right upside his dome
Success is what they damn me for
Friends that hate to see you doing better ain't your mans no more
I'm the legs of paraplegic hoes I can't stand you whores
Cause n***as are snakes that's why I can't even shake hands no more
Money talks, you ain't about a dollar no conversation
I be headed/beheaded to the cash, in my way then off I'm taking
The necks of anybody plotting my fall
Drake voice in a decade we'd have forgotten you all (yeah)