Everything Pound Cake Cover by Abstrakt Lyrics
(Intro)
I'd probably never ever do this in my life anymore
It's my last
(King!!!)
Yah, it's your boy Abstrakt
I see you Swag
Shout out to DFS (Everything around me)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm tryna compose a track about everything
There's probably nothing, that I have never seen
Junkies, Thugs, Bitches, Fuckboys, Thieves, Gee Boys, These boys that even get high off some medicine
Ion even know who to talk about
Whether those girls that speak because they got mouths or boys that come to diss me and still watch me knock em out, and they all leave covering their faces with their bucket hats
And so what if I'm still young
I've seen niggas have hitsongs at the age of 12, and now they're 30 something and they're still strong and they even can't rap half the shit coming from this tongue
Growing up in a family that had 5 kids
Some of them couldn't even handle me like this
Literally, I never gave up arguments, but I made up the arrogance anytime that I'm speaking my piece
Mom is a pastor and daddy is a pastor too
I don't even know how I came up with this attitude
My aunty used to tell me, you either pass or you fail and start again, so you better don't be a bastard dude
(To get the dollar bills,Yahbwoy I guess I'm going back in, y'know)
(Make I enter)
[Verse 2]
To get the girls, fast cars and all these dollar bills (dollar bills), was all the shit that I imagined of
Together girls, and bad friends, and even taking pills, was all bad things I had, but thought I hadn't had enough
They asked, can anything good come from Festac
Then i dropped bad guy, and jagaban too was the best track (Dzha!)
Even recording was impossible, I dint have any money
Then DJ Enimoney, was scratching, making plenty money
So I wanted to taste the money like P-Square
But I didn't go commercial, only reason I'm still here
Young King like David, coming outta E-D-O
Like Lagos-Lookers in a bomb blast they wanna see me blow
I can't afford a studio session see the embarrassment
No record deal after 4 years? Mehn, who could imagine?
And then I turned to God, to help me with a miracle, I know he could, but you know, my God ain't into doing magic!
(I'm tryna breathe, yo)
[Verse 3]
I've lost more girlfriends than I lost money
And when I lost my ex, mehn it wasn't funny
DFS was the crew that said Abstrakt, I believe you can rap, rap even better than anybody
In a town where everybody wanna start rapping
Or singing, or turn into models, one must sha happen
I stole the keys to my mother's old caravan
Feeling like jagaban, with girls from ABJ and calabar
It's funny how I'm this dope, without smoking shit
I put my own lyricism inside a stolen beat
Bobby Best, my first stage name was changed cos I had to stand out, like my only chair had been broken since
Hey, my name is Abstrakt with a K
Instead of a 'c', you see, I don't care what you gonna say
I pray the right label will sign me
And I'm not a big nyash, so please don't just come here and whine me
Skinny boy, No beards, like a small child
Half of high school, I was bullied at lunchtime
And now I blow mics, shoot rappers, and punchlines, I drop rhymes that are hot as sunshine and fire combined!
Yeah, I gotta fly
[Outro]
See, I am the best, I didn't wanna brag since, but I can say it proudly, cos now I'm chilling with Swag Beats
Kiiing!!!!
I'd probably never ever do this in my life anymore
It's my last
(King!!!)
Yah, it's your boy Abstrakt
I see you Swag
Shout out to DFS (Everything around me)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm tryna compose a track about everything
There's probably nothing, that I have never seen
Junkies, Thugs, Bitches, Fuckboys, Thieves, Gee Boys, These boys that even get high off some medicine
Ion even know who to talk about
Whether those girls that speak because they got mouths or boys that come to diss me and still watch me knock em out, and they all leave covering their faces with their bucket hats
And so what if I'm still young
I've seen niggas have hitsongs at the age of 12, and now they're 30 something and they're still strong and they even can't rap half the shit coming from this tongue
Growing up in a family that had 5 kids
Some of them couldn't even handle me like this
Literally, I never gave up arguments, but I made up the arrogance anytime that I'm speaking my piece
Mom is a pastor and daddy is a pastor too
I don't even know how I came up with this attitude
My aunty used to tell me, you either pass or you fail and start again, so you better don't be a bastard dude
(To get the dollar bills,Yahbwoy I guess I'm going back in, y'know)
(Make I enter)
[Verse 2]
To get the girls, fast cars and all these dollar bills (dollar bills), was all the shit that I imagined of
Together girls, and bad friends, and even taking pills, was all bad things I had, but thought I hadn't had enough
They asked, can anything good come from Festac
Then i dropped bad guy, and jagaban too was the best track (Dzha!)
Even recording was impossible, I dint have any money
Then DJ Enimoney, was scratching, making plenty money
So I wanted to taste the money like P-Square
But I didn't go commercial, only reason I'm still here
Young King like David, coming outta E-D-O
Like Lagos-Lookers in a bomb blast they wanna see me blow
I can't afford a studio session see the embarrassment
No record deal after 4 years? Mehn, who could imagine?
And then I turned to God, to help me with a miracle, I know he could, but you know, my God ain't into doing magic!
(I'm tryna breathe, yo)
[Verse 3]
I've lost more girlfriends than I lost money
And when I lost my ex, mehn it wasn't funny
DFS was the crew that said Abstrakt, I believe you can rap, rap even better than anybody
In a town where everybody wanna start rapping
Or singing, or turn into models, one must sha happen
I stole the keys to my mother's old caravan
Feeling like jagaban, with girls from ABJ and calabar
It's funny how I'm this dope, without smoking shit
I put my own lyricism inside a stolen beat
Bobby Best, my first stage name was changed cos I had to stand out, like my only chair had been broken since
Hey, my name is Abstrakt with a K
Instead of a 'c', you see, I don't care what you gonna say
I pray the right label will sign me
And I'm not a big nyash, so please don't just come here and whine me
Skinny boy, No beards, like a small child
Half of high school, I was bullied at lunchtime
And now I blow mics, shoot rappers, and punchlines, I drop rhymes that are hot as sunshine and fire combined!
Yeah, I gotta fly
[Outro]
See, I am the best, I didn't wanna brag since, but I can say it proudly, cos now I'm chilling with Swag Beats
Kiiing!!!!