Pound Cake Freestyle
Cash rules everything around me
Lot of rappers sounding like the same nigga
In attempt to get your fame bigger, you sold out
That's Word to Aiko, double birds to the ppl who doubted
You stealing rhyme schemes, scared of where you would be without it
Fuck is your integrity?
You niggas sweeter than Sara Lee, but bitter as celery when it comes to these fuckin melodies
While me, I just Cruz with Panellope, going down like the letter V
Telling me I need to eat the beat like it's a delicacy
Mama said, do what you want baby, but never for free
Yet, I got 11 features since January
And God strike me down if there was ever a fee
My old shorty could've had it all, if there was ever a fee
Now, I'm taking vows of celibacy
Tryin not to fuck em up when I get relevancy
Cuz half of them are only what the labels tell them to be
We independent, and irrepentant
You in the Benz and spending benjis in Lennox with niggas who wasn't in it with you from day 1
Then say something about tryin not to be the next Lil Zane or J-Kwon
One day, son, you'll see that's exactly what you've become
Stacking yo jewels and funds
No even so much as giving back to where you were from
Now, the label that was backing you backing you to the sun. Cuz you a Burn out
They only concerned bout how much that they earn out of yo pocket
Take your budget and dock it
Long as they fuckin profit still rocket
They ain't trynna see you grow, you might as well be Milinokis, nigga
You might as well be wearing stockings, nigga
You might as well be picking pockets, nigga
You might as well be picking COTTON, nigga
You might as well put the pistol to your temple, pull the trigger after you cock it, nigga
That's 100 as I can keep it
I got a limit on how many women that I can sleep with
Cuz I don't trust em with potential
You know lust ain't beneficial
Unless it's with someone who's Been official with you
'fore the center folds and issues off double XL
You're holding your breath, but wanna excel
You sacrifice your record so your records will sell
Then, expect them to tell you that you're the greatest ever
But, shit, I guess cash rules everything around me
That's why y'all sounding like the same nigga
In attempt to get your fame bigger, you sold out
Changed the weather cuz it was cold out. Exploiting, setting your soul out