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Pound Cake
- [HOOK:]
- [Starts at 00:30]
- [VERSE 1:]
- Surrounded by the hate and the people,
- Paranoia takes control it's too lethal,
- Starting doing things that aren't even legal,
- Started treating people different and being unequal,
- Things I was against I've started practising,
- Don't know if it was deliberate or if it was an accident,
- Don't know if I was influenced or if it was me managing,
- My own fucking actions and doings that are damaging,
- Uh, feeling myself shrink,
- No time to relax or eat or drink,
- Always making movements so I don't really think,
- And people keep telling me to find new girls to link,
- Uh, leave me alone,
- Been a while I've been back so I haven't been home,
- My mums telling me focus but I'm in my own zone,
- And I air everyone out so I don't pick up the phone,
- Please don't question my actions,
- I'm in my own world and the Earth's a distraction,
- Toxins building up inside my brain, it just blackens,
- One day I'll be gone but please don't dread my absence,
- Money is the key, and I'm just outchea here tryna stack it,
- Not by selling drugs and wearing branded jackets,
- Not by smoking weed and opening the packets,
- Not by anything of that sort, nah I'm just rapping,
- What's wrong with me I fucking wonder?
- Through everyone else's eyes I'm still a younger,
- I'm out of the house I haven't spoke to my mother,
- 5th time this week I've been beefing my own brother,
- I'm losing touch with most of my close friends,
- I feel like all this shit is just coming to a close end,
- Can't even step outside my own fucking ends,
- Well fuck them cause one day I'll be cruising in a Benz
- You're more out there whereas I stay lowkey,
- My circles small and consists of my homies,
- But even my own broskis don't really know me,
- Cause I have problems I keep to myself whenever the fuck I'm lonely,
- Seeing your mother cry every day is frustrating,
- Times where I doubt God and think fuck praying,
- Why is my brother going through this? Man fuck waiting,
- I'm gonna fail one day, man fuck caking,
- Times are getting hard and money's becoming an issue,
- On the other hand my grandad keeps saying son I miss you,
- Hardly see my relatives, stuck with just a tissue,
- And I keep my fucking faith but hope will never fix you,
- [HOOK:]
- [VERSE 2:]
- Uh, I assure you that I'll prevail one day,
- Might be not right now but I swear it'll be someday,
- Looking at my problems at the end of the week on a Sunday,
- Everyday is effort so why should I stress over Monday?,
- And if you don't like me then please just fucking leave me,
- Stop fantasising 24/7 on how you're gonna beef me,
- Chances are when I'm older you won't fucking see me,
- So why is it that when it comes to your issues you always fucking need me,
- The only thing in front of me right now is my stressed fate,
- So I don't have time for all of your pointless next hate,
- I only need a few people in my life, let the rest hate,
- Lord knows what I'm thinking beefing my own best mate,
- I'm out of my mind I need to reach my targets,
- They're in the palms of my hand but they're too hard to harness,
- Always making sure my pen has it's sharpness,
- So I can write and potentially get through the darkness,
- And I don't need your opinion, I don't want your rate,
- I'm chasing a dream, not letting none of my brothers wait,
- Apparently a bad influence, so all the mothers hate,
- I'm gonna climb to the top, starting with this Pound Cake,
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