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king los - pound cake (freestyle) lyrics

[produced by boi-1da, matthew burnett, and jordan evans]

[verse 1: king los]
to recognize the g*nius i am
you’d have to have one foot on venus to even visit these arenas i’m in
now did i say arenas or serena’s?
i k!ll sh-t, venus/serena’s, i k!ll sh-t, i gilbert arenas
i’m ill wit’ the sk!ll wit’, the sk!ll wit’
if this the sh-t that i build
when i’m buildin’ a buildin’ built with a billion builders
that’s buildin’ a buildin’ on top of this one
no feelin’ is toppin’ this one
no villain is stoppin’ this one
that’d be a dark night, won’t it?
while overlookin’ my city, had a dark knight moment
i’m overlookin’ my city, same city that overlooked me
now it’s back to back tours, cause cities just overbook me
speaking of dark knight, i know some jokers that scheme
cuz i done blew up somethin’ sick like the openin’ scene
not to mention, n0body gon mention you this year
you just a joker, i really made the pencil disappear
i got that edgar allen poe flow, bars like a bear trap
shakespeare’s only reb-ttal would be a head scratch
i haven’t been amateur, ever, never
iambic pentameter, clever, better
n0body even seems this deep
i got n-ggas stayin’ awoke to put my dreams to sleep
but, watch me maneuver
new maroon drop for my jewel
i need moon rocks for my muller, i’m the future
tell these n-ggas i need my proper spot
they a bunch of papa docs and chocolate drops
my 16’s proper, give me my props or not
i went pac at 16 when my pops was shot
uh, it left my mind out of place
i guess that’s why in my rhymes, i spend time out of sp-ce
so, i speak life, rappers talk
can’t be a rap god if you’ve never rapped for god
gotta be close to him like the woman in the bible who felt she could be blessed just to grab his cloth
uh, bulletin: we full of sin
if we wade in the water, the weight of it might pull us in
they, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
can’t fake what you ain’t, ain’t, ain’t, ain’t
wait, if you’re searchin’ for a way, wait
i made a way, all my homies used to weigh weight
brakes, pump your brake, brake, brake, brakes
my n-ggas break in and take, they don’t take breaks
i can’t fail, i don’t believe in it
you don’t possess humble nor obedience
comedians told me that i wouldn’t fly
i remember losin’ family members and i wouldn’t cry
n-gga if you had wooden eyes
you could see i’m fly in my future, so why wouldn’t i?
i’m too good, these n-ggas good and high
boys in the hood don’t rock wit’ you cuba goodin’ guys
n-ggas on that “be alike” sh-t
guess they “copy, paste” us cause we the right clique
uh, get it? right cl!ck, copy, paste?
life hit a rocky phase, ice wrist, versace shade
white whip, on hockey blades, grill like a hockey mask
chop it like a hockey stick, n-ggas pop it to pocket cash
talkin’ bout you poppin’ gats, runnin’ wit’ those sloppy cats
same suckas probably be watchin’ you get your pockets tapped
f-ck all that c-cky sh-t, where i’m from they c-cking straps
think you wavy ’til you get hit with 8 in your stocking cap
but, i choose to excel
made my old ex mad, gave my new ex h-ll
went from no x to one x to two x, well
i been nice since my tee shirt was 2xl
yeah that’s xx, like two exes ago
but it’s still all love like x’s and o’s
cause at some point, we feel we have exes who owe
you know an explanation why they made an exit, and oh
if you think i’m talkin’ bout my exes, come on, man
tell xxl they got one more chance
but, man i lay low
if i ain’t on ya list, then that b-tch don’t exist, manti te’o
i’m anti aye-bro, that sh-t they puttin’ up corny
tell these n-ggas they ain’t good enough to bore me
i’m just paintin’ so y’all see the story
i can’t be guarded in rap, to god be the glory
king

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