lirik lagu legacy ent. – pound cake (remix)
[intro]
[verse 1: a.m]
truth be told..
as i grown, everything startin’ to feel so d-mn strange
know i do anything for the fam, but i notice they won’t always feel the same d-mn way
now lemme begin
left side of my chest is cold, matchin’ the season
wait better yet, it’s freezing
look, f-ck getting even
cause if it happened, prolly happened for a reason
prolly flippin’ over chapters, while ya mind is fightin’ demons
man i’m always thinkin’ deeper, cause you never know
ill prolly never find the woman that’ll match my soul
ill prolly end up puttin’ hoes on cruise control
you know, couple late texts in a day, no more
and pardon me if there’s offense, i ain’t mean no harm
they saying that i lack respect, i could careless
all i know for sure is that i’m always lackin’ fair rest
fearless flow, i been hearin’ hoes, talkin’ crazy, but a n-gga never care no more
i’m my own bandwagon, boy all aboard
hoodie on pants saggin’, why yes of course..
bring me back to the days when, dad was gettin’ paper
2 big body whips workin’ hard with no days off
thing about hard work is that it always pays off
n-ggas say they put in work i’m guessing they got laid off
they tried gunnin at us, but them mothaf-ckas was way off
fakin it till you make it, you ending up like madoff
surrounded by weak conditions, so what i gotta do is play hard
and thats what i god d-mned do, and that’s the god d-mned truth, like 34 in the playoffs..
[verse 2: tragic]
i’m all about this cake, check the scale, let it weigh
all these pounds in my pocket, what i’m really tryna’ say
is that i’m broke, f-ck a job, my occupation’s what i say
on these tracks that i lay, i ain’t talkin’ brand names
but what is true to my religion “always keep it unorthodox,”
i do my own thang, never listen to a name
if your views ain’t the same then, why you in my district?
put my 9 on it since i don’t trust you n-ggas cause
ya be looking for drama, i’m just waiting for karma
she said she got my back, but she’s never here to solve em’
all these little problems multiply
no time to shine, can’t hustle hard
my p-ssion dry, so i rock by myself
i live in a cell, so put me in a vault
and just let me rot in h-ll
yeah, just let me rot in h-ll
b-tch
[verse 3: king]
heart of a martyr, mind of a demon
ain’t make it yet and i couldn’t find any reason
i’m spitting rhymes with a meaning
ain’t taking help
make no mistake, that don’t mean i’ll make it myself
im here to make this a show and there’s no rewinding the season
these rappers is all my children like what you’ll find in my s-m-n
i cut off, the ones lost, and claim that they bust off
really the only bustins the kind that’s done in a kleenex
trying to weakness in me
i paid the price but somehow i never recieved a reciept
i used to be that shy kid that always keep sh-t discreet
but still a problem child to my mom cause we’d disagree
even today, i never learned to behave
letters curvin’ like cursive, rehearsing sh-t every day
hoping my albums something that people purchase and play
by 2000 and 94, by that time i’ll be 98
and in my diaper i’m sh-ttin’, still sh-ttin’ on compet-tion
and even when i’m a hundred my age ain’t gon’ make a difference
and rappers gon see my death and think its a beacon of hope
but sorry since i’m a legend, you still gon’ compete with my ghost
[verse 4: tj]
pants saggin’ and my stog lit
music blasting and the smoke thick
its been a bitter fall, i mean i built it all
to watch the pillars fall, and friends
mad cause i ain’t been involved
staying home and perfecting the craft
recollecting my past, they keep giving me love
well stop expecting it back..
now i got less time, but more plans
mind full of outlines and floor plans
blue prints, influenced, my shoe prints
with two hands.. these rappers need
another route, another way..
what you see is what you get, no need for
doubt or double takes..
seems like my exes grown vindictive
but that’s predictive, after all the sh-t
i caused, this lifestyle has grown addictive
and i’m sick of the talking.. might as well
become the marksman, and silence all these
haters, every one of you my target..
and if you looking deeper, you see my closest
enemies are either exes or people i used
to blow some reefer with.. these egotistical
artists will feed ya garbage and whats crazy
is you fickle fans believing it..
its just me and this nicotine to numb the swelling
and i’ll regret it in the morning when i come to senses
i think we learned that i’m self defensive and on
the brink of snapping.. so i’ma let this pull sink in cause
anything can happen dog
[verse 5: mix]
i think it’s funny how you say you never heard of us
because the sh-t you live by, you learned from us
k!lling while we cruising, like this a murder bus
i ain’t no virgin my n-gga, because i’m sure well bust
i wanna go back to when i started this off
just like they say higher you fly the farther you fall
i think i’m smarter than y’all, still part of you all
we taking off and you grounded, we got a charter to call
keep my eye on the ball, maybe i need a focus group
maybe i’m the chosen dude, and this what in supposed to do
god i’m so confused, i never felt so close to truth
am i supposed to roll with you, then i get to hold the loot
it’s like i got the devil sitting on my shoulder, this will never be over
f-ck this generation, anyone sober’s a poser
can only trust in getting older, like nothings for certain
they say that love is for free, but there ain’t nothing to purchase
[verse 6: p.a.t]
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