Pound Cake
[Verse 1]
These rappers need
Said, these rappers need a new gameplan
I'm a one man Wu-Tang clan
Poontang can make your whole crew change man
When these rappers is looking old
I bring that new thing in
All black like a Bruce Wayne fan
Trying to run it the same way that Usain ran
At fast speeds
I be laughing at these rappers
Who won't catch me
Don't do it to 'em, ruin 'em
God, that flow nasty
I'm just running circles around 'em
Once my circle's around 'em
We circle circles around 'em
And every verse is astounding
I ain't messing with square rappers
Getting killstreaks on these rappers
I need a care package
Attention's free so don't pay attention
They staring at us
I want this shit forever like marital status
Breaking records, trying to break my terrible habits
I'm uncomparable, nobody's on my level
I mean nobody's on our level
Our levels looking level to each other
So y'all in trouble
We both killing 'em it's double the trouble
Don't want a rebuttal, butthole
So you can keep on your muzzle
Married to the music
My wife better have two wedding rings
This hair's getting big
It's in your fast food every day
I'ma get my first tattoo, let me think
Right across my forehead, cash rules everything
I'm that monster under your bed
I'm that problem stuck in your head
The one that get so big I gotta run from the feds
And end up shot and covered in red, dead
My girl mad cause of something I said
I used to have a filter on my brain
But too many dirty thoughts got it filthy
I should change
The truth hurts, I can deal with the pain
Im saying, don't need to shine
I'ma chill in the rain, I'm drained
In a plane, killing the game, I'm Bane
Cause I can feel in my veins
Dealing with the sickest rappers, just the illest remain
I'm saying, you need to stay in your lane
Me and my team in the carpool on the road to riches
Guarantee the car's full
I'm like picasso with the pen, art school
I just black on track, charcoal
When it go back to back, all do
Cause I can sharpshoot, and quickdraw too
Your bitch fall through
Love what I'll do
This finna show you
I'm married to the music
And I hope that we're never apart, boo
Every part that I do needs a part two
But I got bars to sit on, bar stools