Jimmy Smith - Pound Cake Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Jimmy Smith] Only real music is gonna last, all the other bullsh** 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**ing 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** it, I'll bring you to your knees like a church pew I'll be the motherf**er that you look up to Bad grammar, worse behavior See ya later? No I'll see you in hell 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**ing 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 genius, 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**hes crazy, call me the wheelman And I'll be young forever, I'm like f**ing 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 basement 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**ing faces Like, RIP to that little boy that you thought you knew My image misconstrued, not knowing what I've been through f** 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**ing mess Life's a b**h 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**, definition of insanity Trying to get rich off another man's vanity I do this sh** my way, f** status quo Yankee hat sideways, on my Michelangelo You didn't know I was capable, a bunch of stereotypes About a middle cla** white kid from the new school Bunch of hating motherf**ers 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**ing basic b**hes and popping Gatorade I don't give a f**, 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