Adverse Lyrics
"Pound Cake [Freestyle]"
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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
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