Stardom - P110 - Pound Cake Remix lyrics

Pound cake, I coulda shoulda had a L plate Sitting down with plates, conversating 'bout this now cake Been about for years, only now you got your L plate Italian down to the socks, what can they tell me Monster like loch ness, Fly like copters Feds still want me in the can, like fosters Dread like rasta's k**ers up in Toxteth Fake friends got me hating n'ggas like Nazi's Magic in my wrist and i ain't never been to hogwarts b**hes on me she likes the aura, smell the Tom Ford S-T-A-R im flyer then a concord Cah you know my flows spicy like some hot sauce Connect speaks patois Remember days riding out in jaguars Ill take you right back, no sagna Rolling out in bangers Dancing on the dinner no samba Now its cool runnings like sanka Wanna ball like ravel, so its deals like morrisons Past was all dark, but the future looks promising Bad b**h with me, girl looks like shes modelling Riding shotty in the merc, ain't got an a**? Course shes swallowing I do my own ting i ain't following Weak n'ggas fell off need some moola and some collagen Who spits Nicer 0'10 money in the ISA While mans still depending on their GYRA I was doing dirt before you had braces Beat all kinds of cases i dont talk in stations Real to the bone Man Im here to the throne Put me in the gutter anywhere i bet ill make it home Im a natural born hustler Nina with the mussler I was in and out my house So my mother used to cuss me And they wonder how im still sane If brum was gotham, no question i'd be bane Just Got a picture, gonna see what this B's saying Used to hand to hand all day like im relaying In the kitchen mixing up sh't like im Dj'ing For hours on end, i can't see straight Only see cake, i only see cake Got my flex phone poppin like ebay Mitten with the he shay,see shay BDS why you think i was papi like Cisse Talking to my brudda on the phone, he ain't coming home Its got me stressed drink driving in another zone Cuz we're some Thousandaires Circle full of G's There ain't no clowns in here Feel like rocky up and down the stairs H on my belt Half a bar on the time piece Got to of those Bout C.R.E.A.M no dry knees Me and Peps in a month We make 9 each Car for the missus Pair of trainers for the side piece I put people on I bring people in I made more man eat than the olders did Word to drizzy and Bob need i say no more No PRS i was getting paid before I still shine when its foggy This raps just a hobby Tell my worker count it up properly From a little Negro Playing ball Ronaldo was my hero Get to 18 wanna be Nino