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Pound Cake

from Branch Out by Mr. DGAF

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lyrics

Fuck sitting on computers man
Two years moving music pursuing
A losing pursuit it’s confusing I do it to do it
But losing the juice, getting sick of these excuses to boot it
I’m feuding with logic creating a debut for this music
That’s shooting with Rockets, like Houston with harden
Losing the target audience it’s obvious I gotta choose what I’m doing
Either a hobby or for profit but there’s fuel in me probably
To take a knife to throat of the fools that was hard on me
Choose an artery and point from the arc of this archery
Honestly I could see all of these sheep and slaughter them all
Or we stall and show em we’re smarter than they thought that we oughta be
Pardon me, who am I to judge?
I’ll hold grudges till I’m buried in shit
And show love a lot less than I care to admit
I’m only human but that’s rarely unfit
Barely a kid, can’t complain
I’m at an age where preparing to live
Got me choosing where I’ma chill
And where to begin
Living on a prayer and whim
Cause I don’t know where I’ma fit
In the scheme of this rap shit
I’d easily crack, split and fold
Under pressure I’m embarrassed as shit
Making songs for myself isn’t gaining a crowd
I need it now, otherwise I’ll probably carry this with me
For eternity’s bumping that new shit in my new whip
Independent thoughts, move in to my new crib
Emerge from uncertainty perfectly with a few hits
The crew is curious, they haven’t really heard from me
At times I feel like dropping off of the planet
And skyrocket like a comet into oncoming traffic
Meteoric rise, throw dirt if you gotta
But I’ma rock you if you take me granite
I meant to say I was rocky
You better watch who you Russian
Cause I’m a Clubber who blasts
You gonna crash that would make you Apollo
Lil tricky to follow
A lil bit of an oddity with the flow
Still killing it probably
Gonna witness a body
Haamie it’s homicide to stop it
An out of body experience to feel as if you follow a prophecy
Following my heart while protecting it true
I never meant to go project it on you
The lesson is two parts: in one, never think with your heart
And be smart, everything that you’ve got will be robbing
We Arkham, falling deep off the cliff I spot him
Bruce Wayne dressed in the suit
Like, all it takes is the will
A cape doesn’t make you a hero
It’s determined by determination
Patience and skill
I’m debating forreal
Got the capabilities to make a difference but which way should I live?
I’m unsure about the way that I feel
So I raise the stakes and make a change
It’s crazy aye my brains insane but this a crazy place that I’m in
It’s game seven, Laker legend as I play for the chip
It’s either raise or you sink and I’ma play for the win
Kobe fade away is draining make it rain in the building
As anticipation raises again
I’m taking this shit
Crossover and I’m making em miss
It’s all over when I gaze at the rim
Or it’s kinda like the last drive
Superbowl, half-time passed I’ma snatch mine
Past line of scrimmage when I dash I
Have half a mind to back down and slide
But can’t that’s a lie the stands passing by
I glance at my right and dance outta sight
The fans laugh and cry and damn I was right
Cause I passed my own goal without knowing it then
Too busy focused on surroundings than to notice the end
That’s an accurate depiction of life
Looking forward has you missing all the shit on the side
Forgetful at times, but memory’s a tricky solution
Cause spitting the truth has gotten me remembering lies
A criminal mind, but begging for repentance tonight
Aint’ finished sinning but I figured I’d try
Demented inside, I’m sprinting to the end of the line
In both hands when I grip a pair of scissors and knives
A pencil to write, when nothing’s left I’m feeling its right
I’m only spitting not to feel like I’m a quitter inside
Cause everybody banking on the kid that he’ll quit
It’s only fantasy, this isn’t your gift
Be serious, you’re kidding with the lyrics you spit
It’s all feelings and complaining ‘bout the women you miss
And to an extent, I guess they’re right
So hell I’ll try to change it up while you listen to this
But remember y’all killing with missiles
Is all fun till the process makes Godzilla but iller
But I’m not fazed when you call this a beginner
Cause it’s all great till you fall victim of feeling
A victim of bitches with nothing but a million of minutes
Pretending their critics, it’s really not a feeling familiar
But that’s beside the point
Cause life’s a joy
I find a void and strike to match me
While I’m rapping might be crafty
Try and catch me, it isn’t very likely boy
You’re Adidas and I’m Nike bitch
I’m a cheetah and you might be dinner
Etcetera, enough analogies and metaphors
Stacked on eleven four ton beams
Waiting till I let them up
That means I gotta lot of shit to say
You ain’t even seen a fraction of the kid today
Forget complacent bitch I’ve been sitting waiting
Get impatient ready to begin explaining
When in may I’m chilling within a state
I’m not used to, that could work a million ways
And still I feel the skills gonna get me famous
See who’s laughing when the kid has made it
But for now, I’ll be letting it be
Keep it modest and respect when I speak
People comment disrespectful to me
I’m playing dumb saying “yes I agree”
Let em think I’m accepting the feed
But inside there’s a hunger that has yet to be freed
Another hunter that has yet to be seen
Only other way to say it is my plate is
In the making and I’m scraping to the bottom cause I’m ready to eat

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from Branch Out, released February 17, 2015
Prod. Mass Thadon

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