Pound Cake

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Thee Klout

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Klout in da kitchen
Baking up pound cake
Space ship parked in the fucking runway
Beef pork chops
And a little brown bread
Young real butcher guillotine for your neck
Klout in da kitchen
Baking up pound cake
Space ship parked in the fucking runway
Beef pork chops
And a little brown bread
Young real butcher guillotine for your neck
Lately I been writing shit without no instrumental
Up in class writing these verses in the back on tables
Teachers told me it isn't fundamental
Told them I'm a keep doing shit till I don't gotta stress bout paying rentals
Straight up I spit I do not do rehearsals
I kill it with the passion nigga it's way more than verbal
Karma talking I guess we turning tables
Conversating with all these record labels
Talking connections never had the cables
I was born rapping never really setting time for practice
Murder this shit rappers gone kick a bucket
Trynna copy my flow but I ain't ever teaching puppets
Turned up and now it's a murder scene all I see is duck tape
I crop them out of these pictures y'all need a better view
Ain't need a filter to notice that you the residue
Black balling these Niggas like we been playing pool
I ain't conversate with niggas giving attitude
Moment I started rapping I saw them taking a step back thought I was playing James Harden
Ain't nobody who better if then I beg your pardon
G.O.D is my title so don't you dare bargain
Mama told me go get your grades right when I was trying get my verse tight
All that pressure had me blowing pipes
Now I ain't doing no sativa nights nah nigga
That's would lead me to some petty fight nah nigga
Had a vision we be shutting those Coachella shows
Premonition I could feel in my abdominal huh
Ain't no way I'm stopping that's impossible
All you bloody haters falling like dominoes
Klout in da kitchen
Baking up pound cake
Space ship parked in the fucking runway
Beef pork chops
And a little brown bread
Young real butcher guillotine for your neck
Klout in da kitchen
Baking up pound cake
Space ship parked in the fucking runway
Beef pork chops
And a little brown bread
Young real butcher guillotine for your neck
A couple fellas couple ladies I don't tolerate
A couple fellas really hated just the day
And now I got them laying flat like a pound cake
Leave bruise on you nigga need a band aid
All my teachers told me it was just a damn phase
Stop this stop that
Get your damn grades
You need a job and a slip every damn year
But I don't want pay no rent
I need a fat cheque
I need mansion
I need to bake the damn cake
School and music never really in the same place
I beat a nigga so i had to leave school oh yeah
Daddy never been around he ain't a good fellow
I had to run up to studio
And put a verse up on a track
Niggas thought that i be leaving took a trip but I'm back
Check the niggas that you loving they may stab your back
Shorty talking turn around no i ain't a fan of that cap
I be hanging with creeps and all them demons and that
I got some pretty little shorties catching feelings and that
I'm kinda pretty young and fresh
And bitches know about that
I'm building a legacy
And killing everybody and that
Hit your girl two times
And she still hit me back
Maybe Straight don't bark
But he bite for the fam
And you fellas really fake like you came from japan
Fly away private plane you can call me peter pan
Straight
Klout in da kitchen
Baking up pound cake
Space ship parked in the fucking runway
Beef pork chops
And a little brown bread
Young real butcher guillotine for your neck
Klout in da kitchen
Baking up pound cake
Space ship parked in the fucking runway
Beef pork chops
And a little brown bread
Young real butcher guillotine for your neck

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