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ras dion - pound cake remix lyrics

verse 1: ras dion
you drink not for thirst but because life hurts
and only gets worse
(conflict of interest)
because the more emotion suppressed
the more repressed you get
til’ that bullet with the gun c-cked is the only escape left
only best friend
relief in excess, curse the bless
wasn’t really religious but i digress
my life’s a mess, f-cked a wicken for experience
now i’m hexed (huh?)
chex-mex and my back’s wet
type of insults i get
for being tan skinned
though i from memphis
and know a little spanish
to be honest
i fine tune the art for the degoniare millionaires
to the held back kids who can’t understand
the ways of the wall street man
i’m my biggest fan
it’s crazy how we got hot with more fans to cool us off
i spit fire on y’all -ss like molotovs
you could call the cops and drug dogs
but they couldn’t even manage
i’m taking off with no intent on landing
it’s 2 am wednesday l.a. – i’m still planing
take me for granted – granted my name is grant and i’m harder than granite
rampin’ my way the advantage, atop of hard knocks, to my advantage
cause i have a handicap
i’m white and nice
but these bars stick
to your mind like white rice

break
(martin luther king)

verse 2: ras dion
i’m stuck in a dead end job behind a desk
writing dope sh—t what a waste of breath
what is the meaning of life?
when you can cry for a dog
but not when the plug is pulled
and you see life recede in the eyes
of your grandma
i grab all my thought for some of the ones recessed
one goes dumb of how we live so fast
and die so young and your closest family don’t remember one thing one
yo i’m on the door
you’re on the fence
she’s on the pole
but she won’t be anymo’
until i get a million sold
mysterious no aphrodisiac
if she 21 like black jack
i’m back at it to back track it
until the cards out of my hands
rabbits out of the knap-sac
“he must be doing magic” it’s tragic
i’m only half -ssing, flags half masting
the work i could put out mercy me couldn’t imagine
r.i.p. to bb king; beale street legend
try to board my plane with so much baggage
rigamortis set in – fu*k boy’s toe taggin’
pants saggin’ for the ones locked out for crack baggin’
trap sadness
trap madness
turn the most humane
dude to a savage

break
(a few good men)

uh
thats what ras dion said he on
ego’s ions beyond many kanye’s and kim k’s
and auto tune try hards
if you ask me how to rap i’d say don’t start
cause the parties almost over
it’s up to: me, 12, kendrick lamar
most rappers give blood to the stars
i condemn them
though i bow to no god
i befriend them
we shouldn’t be afraid of who we are
that’s why i shine so bright in a world so dark
yo

(cake, cake, cake, cake)
cut me a piece of the pound cake
so much champagne gave me bad shakes
than an earthquake
i know a g-y girl just for me she straight
uh
turn up turn up
got half a p
burn up burn up
getting these greenbacks and kitkats
these diamonds so flawless look like eye crack yo
i want to have 52 mil even
i pray to a god i have a hard time believin’
(but if my daughter turns out well and gets what shes needing then that’ll keep me breathing)
and as long as this the case
i’ll be dropping mixtapes
until the end of eden
peace is tearing the game to pieces
no scr-ps i’m leaving – give all my grievances
i’m giving all my grievances

- ras dion lyrics

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