Timberland - Pound Cake (Southern God Mc Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm the source that revitalized the south Set aside selfish intentions stayed on the ground My style is gluttony eating everything from eps to freebies Now you're left with decomposed cds Ate before my meal, now how that feel Kept it surreal, murder your top 5 I sure will Honestly the game is all greek to me Ironically I'm Zeus, you b**hes couldn't foresee That sh** hebrew, since my debut I've been gracing the game, like Jesús Hey Zeus, Gaia ain't the only one that's timeless Chronosomes deduction will leave you mindless It'll leave me in a cell, while critics review me in hell Pyrorapper, chiropractor for these spineless factors Recording in a nuclear reactor, superior headmaster Been schooling you underachievers since 08 My name hold weight Like Raekwon, eating 8 of the best rappers Album all in one day, while claiming to be the God Mc, cliche [Verse 2] I solely rely on these lyrics to get exposure Tricked by vanity I fall like october k** these turkies, I oughta man I ottoman? Get it, na you fools ain't with it You thought i'd rap about money, honestly i don't get it Really, like I really I don't get it And if I did get it, I wouldn't admit it Because the same n***as you smoke with Can smoke you without any hesitation just know this Coming to my hood make sure you have a reservation Because that'd be your last destination Pause, you're not even welcome in your own hood Damn if I could act blacker I would I just chose to elevate higher than my environment You lacked the minor requirements [Verse 3] Southern, Southern God Mc Attempting to portray this art like LCD Flow is acidness, it's not accident i spit LSD Dissolved your substance in my stomach absolutely Footsteps of a tyrant, without an alliance You n***as can't see a god, like Poseidon 40 plus bars of messianic rhyming Now tell me this ain't perfect timing For me, to take the thrown, without any effort You pussies didn't give me time to get it wet first Diving in pandora's box, if you are what you eat Maybe when i die all evil will stop Woah now take a second to think Time is up you n***as can't recoup Golden rhymes in a dying age there's no dispute Haha, you n***as can't recoup Watch Jay Z 100 yard dash, back to the booth