PoundCake 18'

Verse 2:
A hundred shots from my pen, thats a led shower/
The only chrome that you clicking is a web browser/
It was ratchet when them ratchets got bung off/
I bung jawns, hitt’em and quit’em that shits a one-off/
I’m still on a high that I can’t come off/
I wack every star that you feeling and knock the sun off/
Niggas moonlighting as rappers, get that body caught/
Niggas wanna eat with us, but we out of forks/
I used to dodge from the coppers, I ignore the pork/
You how the U.S. be (usb) they search me at the port/
Going through my bags, finna make me miss a flight/
No wonder niggas burning down a Walgreens tonight/
Darren killed Mike, Trayvon got iced/
If Ray Rice wife was white, that be life/
As long as we dying, or killing each other/
I guess its all the same to this rich motherfuckers/
Put on my shoes, walk a mile in my chuckas/
Lil niggas going to school with box cutters/
Lil niggas big ass tools, bigger choppers/
I made more dollars start fucking with bigger problems/
I made more dollars start fucking with different women/
Always OD, I’m pushing it to a limit/
Heard I’m Ice cold, she had to pay me a visit/
Ice cold B, my hearts below frigid/
Holding 22’s from jump street, this ain’t Channing/
Look/
Man on Fire, no Dakota Fanning/
In and out your city, touchdown like a Manning/
My thoughts is all over the place, my shits panning/
Mix my tracks down, loop my beats up/
It’s always real shit here whenever we link up/

Verse 2:
The pen is working, I’m back at it we clocked in/
Round all these beautiful devils it’s hard to not sin/
Levels and levels, I climbed up outta the ghetto/
Then turned myself to Geppetto, no touching that break pedal/
Kings understand Kings/
Servants understand rings/
Shiny things I acquire, cuz I sing lyrics fire/
Anybody out now/
Sure they see the clout now, I’m on cloud nine/
What you want now? Get from round mine/
I mean, niggas that know this really, really they know whats up/
Niggas fold on call, can’t even call ya bluff/
No hooks, just stiff jabs and uppercuts/
Watch me jump between these lines like it’s double dutch/
Some niggas say they love you winning, but really they hate it/
You gotta learn who’s gold & who’s gold plated/
Bars on tabasco, since skating round in paschal/
I’m really rapping round half rappers, I’m such an asshole/
So many styles, I could never get bored/
Keep all my women in file, thats an emory board/
Bar’n niggas up thats what they’ll remember me for/
A hook here, a hook there, but ummm really I’m raw/
Niggas got wheelchair legs, eating meals through a straw/
Can’t fall in love with this life, at every corners the law/
View the azzure through the droptop, no one in my way/
Minus the sexual preference I’m probably Dorian gray/
Full of Sin/