King Los - Pound Cake (Freestyle) Lyrics

Pound Cake (Freestyle) Lyrics by King Los

To recognize the genius 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 Serenas?
I kill shit, Venus/ Serena
I kill shit, I Gilbert Arenas
I’m ill wit’ the skill wit’, the skill wit’
If this the shit 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 blew up, somethin’ sick, like the openin’ scene
Not to mention, nobody gonna 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 rebuttal would be a head scratch
I haven’t been amateur, ever, never
I Iambic pentameter, clever, better
Nobody even seems this deep
I got niggas stayin’ awoke to put my dreams to sleep
But, watch me maneuver
New maroon drop for my jewel
I need moon rocks for my mule
I’m the future
Tell these niggas I need my proper spot
They a bunch of Papa Docs in 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 why in my rhymes
I spend time outta space
So, I speak life, rappers talk
You can’t be if a rap god
If you’ve never rapped for God
Uh, 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
Fate, fate fate fate fate
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
Niggas 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
Nigga if you had wooden eyes
You could see I’m fly
My future, so why wouldn’t I?
I’m too good, these niggas good and high
Boyz N The Hood don’t rock wit’ you Cuba Goodin’ guys
Niggas on that [?] shit
I guess they copy paste us
Cause we the right clique
Uh, get it? Right click, copy paste
Life hit a rocky phase
Ice wrist, Versace shades
White whip, a hockey blade
Grill like a hockey mask
Chop it like a hockey stick
Niggas pocket the pocket cash
Talkin’ bout you poppin’ gas
Runnin’ wit’ them [?] cast
Them same suckas prolly be watchin’ you get ya pockets tapped
Fuck all that cocky shit
Where I’m from they cocking straps
Think you wavin’ til you get hit with 8 in ya stocking cap
But, I choose to excel
Made my old ex mad, gave my new ex hell
Went from no X to one X to two, well
I been nice since my t- 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 they made an explanation
Why they exited, oh
If you think I’m talkin’ bout my exes
Come on, man
Tell XXL they’ve got one more chance
But, man I law low
If I ain’t on ya list
Then that bitch don’t exist, Manti Te’o
That shit they puttin’ up corny
Tell these niggas 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
So to God be the glory
King

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