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dre mickel - pound cake lyrics

uh, the difference between me is in the math problem/
you n-ggas so sad its crazy i call it bath salty/
said i’ve been sh-ttin on n-ggas it was a fast summer/
i’m waiting for me to roll like a f-ckin cabs coming/
wait, they said a n-gga’d never make his way/
now andre seems is mysterious man who know dre/
but i’m the same, never changed for anybody/
i’m keeping these kids awake like they switching to different coffee/
i swear, me and music go together like a kid and mentor/
my n-gga nelson just told me i should control my temper/
and that’s my brother so i listened like a new beginner/
i control it but it’s hard when n-ggas switch their gender/
n-ggas actin like b-tches you heard me say it once/
i got some dudes that i kick with but the fam we punt/
these rappers say they’d take everyone if they made it/
i’d take the people who stood for me when they hated, i swear/
young n-gga but wiser beyond the years/
i swear they hearing my shine like the diamonds that’s in my ears/
i told big senior we the best man, junior soph0m-re rap year still freshman/
cake, i swear i’m eatin still no pounds wait/
unless you count the weight i’m getting from this long cake/
they see me tweet, instagram, tumblr, not fake/
and now these concert execs wanna book my face/
get, it lyrics flying over your head/
so high up into the sky that the flight attendant is dead/
lack of oxygen cuz i’m leaving ’em breathless, it’s kinda crazy my little brother would guess this/
cake, i spit this sh-t here my shows on/
my cousins homies had shot him right on his own lawn/
rest in peace christopher j under my shirt still/
haters only making me better like a turf field/
check, i told spence and rj it’s over/
i get a holda this beat i’mma do it better than hova/
i teach these n-ggas like yoda/
with you boy the force is/
tell nelly boy i’m still stomping in these forces/
i don’t listen to anyone but my brothers/
cuz i hate these cap rappers they need to heed to their mothers advice/
never tell a lie, honesty’s the policy/
now that i’m out see these broads are steadily calling me/
i tell these n-ggas i’m only setting the bar/
and i’m doing this till i triple what mama pays for her car/
that’s real, i’m spittin these raps still/ i may use the instrumental to tell you just how i feel/
uh should i finish the whole duration/
and show ’em n-ggas are spittin like special patients/
i have people tell me i’m acting “fake-mous”
get it, but i’m not famous i’m only partially fake its/
better to be that way, they see me from far away/
never lettin ’em in, like a black for the kkk/
d-r-e that spells dre, got outta h-ll man last may/
i’m so ahead of my time, i’m waiting for yesterday/
see, i’ll keep goin f-ck the beat drop/
i might even just continue still when the beat drops/
for some rappers that i know i took the lead off/
i cultivated with some rappers you can’t see boa/
from the heart i got my fam, and i blew ’em up/
and those who came after me truthfully came soon enough/
had everyone around me seeing my potential/
and now i’m only out to further my credentials/
cuz i’m a vissionary n-gga in my own mind/
i been a missionary since i spit my own rhymes/
i hit tv screens, i been on radio shows/
i hit the stage with a king, n-ggas been making me clothes/
people said dre why’d dad desert you/
he said that he would be there and he’d never hurt you/
he even gave you his name, he’d give the earth too/
your father’s who makes you a man, he don’t just birth you/
i took a while but they best homie i’ll take it/
believe me right when i say it that pressure is what you make it/

- dre mickel lyrics

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