Young Scholars - Pound Cake (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all [Verse 1: Rakey] Cake, cake-cake cake-cake, cake Rakey is here so you'll forget Drake I'll address Drake, I'll impress Drake You'll accept Jake, this is check mate Young Scholars soon be getting dollars Euros, pounds, pesos and any other offers What you offer us, don't bother us Said what you offer us, don't bother us Heard me say it twice know so you know I meant it Soon see my name it lights, so I'm never pretending Unless you commending, or you're getting us trending I'm sending shots, drenching, and creating your ending I'm only defending, not intending, just venting Gotta get it out of the system, self-cleansing Standing here presenting, what's just the beginning Not the ending, us two rap scholars are truly ascending Not sinning, even though it's tempting Not sipping, unless the wine stemming From the blood of Christ, not religious Just wanted to witness rhyming so precise I hope that ain't a crime I'm dying for advice [Hook] [Verse 2: Rakey] He had a benz while I had braces But I got all the rappers singing my praises You have pound cake but I'm burning it by the cases See the prices raises to see me on the stages While you learning how to speak Mandarin I'll be earning off the beats that I'm hammering Spitting fire you ain't handling, have em scrambling Staggering, damaging the beats they manufacturing You gathering praying at church for your life Hoping that the spoken word ain't a knife k**ing man and wife, that's some bad advice Like you messing with the grim reapers scythe Yeah, put my boy Fabio on the track He's a rap scholar and he's about to prove that If you disagree then you can tweet @ HandsomeFabio he'll tweet right back [Hook] [Verse 3: Handsome Fabio] We're going in this is not the sequel This is a real mans version of a true prequel The story of two persons not quite equal To y'all, second coming of the Beatles You're feeble, compared to you I'm rap royalty I'm a top dog call that a royal beast I'm eating rappers, that's a royal feast I'll take the kings crown that's regal thief No Glock, hands up like it's 12 o'clock As a baby I escaped a cot Grown man tryna out run a cop Life ain't a book so I write my own plot Never stop, where's my recognition? Thought I had a vision it's a premonition Never losing sat in first position I'm the key and the beats the ignition In addition, I spark just before I write The verses do it for me, don't need a light Couldn't write, learned it overnight Just so I could say to you goodnight