lirik lagu lil jere - pound cake freestyle
[intro: jimmy smith]
only real music is gonna last, all the other bullsh-t is here today and gone tommorow…
[hook: timbaland]
cash rules everything around me
c.r.e.a.m. get the money, dollar-dollar bill y’all
[verse 1: jere]
braggadocio on overload
faith in the holy ghost that i don’t overdose
when it’s my time cause my time is next
you are now f-cking with the best, not in jest
lest you forget that we all got to start somewhere
i’m headed for the rare air way up there
daydreaming that i’ll one day be the best that’s ever done it
keep doubting me cause i love it
a pair of jordan 7s for my climb to the summit
but you quote, unquote rappers got the market all flooded
f-ck it, i’ll bring you to your knees like a church pew
i’ll be the motherf-cker that you look up to
bad grammar, worse behavior
see ya later? no i’ll see you in h-ll
they maybe hate me but the jealousy makes it so hard to tell
please allow me to introduce myself
i’m that kid that all the little kids say could be the greatest ever
i set the bar so f-cking high but i could be even better
the trendsetter, i saw you rocking my sweater
i’m at the top like a header, i’m a g*nius, who’s ahead of
my time, i’m just misunderstood
and i can do things that you only dream you could
i’m driving b-tches crazy, call me the wheelman
and i’ll be young forever, i’m like f-cking peter pan. yup
[hook]
[verse 2: jere]
yea, get the money, dollar bill y’all
i know it does buy real happiness after all
mind focused on the money like i’m popping adderall
tearing down all my walls, tipsy on alcohol
introverted kid, rapping in the bas-m-nt
dreams of sixteen way before i had braces
nothing but patience, now adjacent to greatness
can’t wait to see the look on all of your f-cking faces
like, rip to that little boy that you thought you knew
my image misconstrued, not knowing what i’ve been through
f-ck you and your ig, no filter
i’m the dream team, just be happy with the silver
cause as long as i’m around, you’ll always be second best
destroying beats, leaving a big f-cking mess
life’s a b-tch but once i got her undressed
my love to you i must profess, yes
[hook]
[verse 3: jere]
he told you on the intro that only real music lasts
but they talk about money they don’t even have
instagram pictures of a fraudulent reality
i swear you all have the same personality
and do the same sh-t, definition of insanity
trying to get rich off another man’s vanity
i do this sh-t my way, f-ck status quo
yankee hat sideways, on my michelangelo
you didn’t know i was capable, a bunch of stereotypes
about a middle cl-ss white kid from the new school
bunch of hating motherf-ckers on youtube
flexing keyboard muscle, they don’t have the time
to write these rhymes, they’ll probably try to steal mine
no choice, cause they can’t rap about their real life
like f-cking basic b-tches and popping gatorade
i don’t give a f-ck, watch my bank account fade away
cause i’m living like it’s all going to end today
living like it’s all going to end today
but i still believe me and destiny got a date
she ordered my dessert, a slice of pound cake
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