Dillon McCluskey - Pound Cake lyrics

[Verse 1: Cheefy] Coaching y'all like my name Pete Carrol Beast mode, Montrez Harrold Drinking Pimp C out the barrel, all LeBron apparel Going Michael Phelps bong, he deserves a f**ing medal My name should be in High Times in bold lines I'm an alien, ask Quaid cause he's seen the signs If the devil asks me for my soul sh** I'll sign, just a matter of time Before I get famous, see all these places And different faces, and phases, f** you if you racist We were all born the same And that will never change, sometimes I feel ? Nobody blame, but myself Can't explain how I felt To give you everything, and receive a slap to the face It's all ok, because God will put you in your f**ing place Sometimes I just stare at myself, thinking these we're the cars I was dealt I know how you feel, when you just want to melt Trying to do d**, it only momentarily helps And then it's back, that's how you felt before you took that line, before you started crying Before your pap died, I know exactly how you feel When your only friend is a f**ing pill I never f** with bars, I was all about the tabs, Felt like God But then I get mad, avoiding all these fads Because I love being different, because it's part of being artistic And mystic, she stained my white tee with her lipstick I miss it, and I miss you sh** gotten me so confused You always helped me with my issues And I miss you [Verse 2: Dillon McCluskey] I used to hear these voices in my head Back when I was a kid Raekwon told me get the money But I was more concerned about a b**h Yeah I'm barred out, look at all these scars out All my insecurities showing They ain't really much I can say in a 16 but f** my emotions And they still judge me off of that With my designer backpack with my laptop And the top of lap has broken down hash f** you mean, I'm just trying to chase my dreams Crushing up cigars she prefer to use the instruments Everyone knows she selling keys off my prescriptions Rick Flair the boy I had the JBL belt, they go woo!