Pound Cake by Camb Lyrics
Verse 1:
Came back to the city ain't shit change
More people dying, more mothers praying
Seen two bodies coming out a building on Wisconsin
This ain't the city of revolution, this where cons at
Where niggas know where the guns at
But don't know where they sons at
Where niggas get killed off eye contact, guns get cocked back
And caskets get brought in
Another mother with her son dead
Ain't no Martin Luther Kings or no Malcolm
Ain't nobody coming out the jails like nelson, Mandela
And they say Camb tell em, And I'm trying to
But these the type of niggas that don't listen to they grandmas
And these the type of niggas squeeze triggers just for fun
These the type of niggas kill cause they mans do
Where anytime you can be under fire like candles
And I'm just tryna get a little peace like samples
But the city dying, and its a shame cause we killin eachother
They say I'm my brothers keeper and they killin they brothers
And I'm just tryna move my mama out before these niggas come slump her
And my sister out here walking with these reckless niggas
And I'll be damned if one think about messing with her
That's why I'm in the booth like a penalty nigga
This music the only thing Keeping my sanity nigga
Verse 2:
And mama kept me out the streets tried to raise me right
That's where I learned how to write instead of doing crime
Almost died three times but it just influenced my rhymes
Nights spent crying, feeling like I'm moving further from my dreams
Sit and scheme, Im tryna make it
Tryna be better than the niggas I looked up to
Drinking to lose the pain, taking shots like free throws
Tryna reach my full potential
In the studio at fifth-teen
Talking to the artist in the booth before me
He told me I could be the one to put the city on
Now I'm on this college campus writing raps in my dorm
Tired of being ignored
Passion dripping out my pores
Praying for my time to come
Feel like I'm the chosen one
But will they ever see it
Its hard chasing ya dreams and you the only one believing
But forget yall
Im on my way to greatness
Laughing at niggas that never made it saying that I'll never make it
Niggas ain't never had to grind and got a bit of ambition
Niggas ain't tryna shine taking shots and all of em missing
Scrolling through my phone, taking out contacts without a vision
Sticking with my team
We coming out the back like a limousine
Tired of being at the bottom of the food chain
Vanity slave, chasing whips and chains
Ain't shit changed, but the field that we put in
I'm tryna make it off this work that I put in
Cuz I ain't got nothing but a note book and a few pens
But I'm in this bitch like an unborn kid
Waiting to blow like Gas leaks in kitchens
Outro:
Cuz cash rules everything around me, around me. (yea)
Said that I been grinding, grinding
I said I been grinding, grinding
Came back to the city ain't shit change
More people dying, more mothers praying
Seen two bodies coming out a building on Wisconsin
This ain't the city of revolution, this where cons at
Where niggas know where the guns at
But don't know where they sons at
Where niggas get killed off eye contact, guns get cocked back
And caskets get brought in
Another mother with her son dead
Ain't no Martin Luther Kings or no Malcolm
Ain't nobody coming out the jails like nelson, Mandela
And they say Camb tell em, And I'm trying to
But these the type of niggas that don't listen to they grandmas
And these the type of niggas squeeze triggers just for fun
These the type of niggas kill cause they mans do
Where anytime you can be under fire like candles
And I'm just tryna get a little peace like samples
But the city dying, and its a shame cause we killin eachother
They say I'm my brothers keeper and they killin they brothers
And I'm just tryna move my mama out before these niggas come slump her
And my sister out here walking with these reckless niggas
And I'll be damned if one think about messing with her
That's why I'm in the booth like a penalty nigga
This music the only thing Keeping my sanity nigga
Verse 2:
And mama kept me out the streets tried to raise me right
That's where I learned how to write instead of doing crime
Almost died three times but it just influenced my rhymes
Nights spent crying, feeling like I'm moving further from my dreams
Sit and scheme, Im tryna make it
Tryna be better than the niggas I looked up to
Drinking to lose the pain, taking shots like free throws
Tryna reach my full potential
In the studio at fifth-teen
Talking to the artist in the booth before me
He told me I could be the one to put the city on
Now I'm on this college campus writing raps in my dorm
Tired of being ignored
Passion dripping out my pores
Praying for my time to come
Feel like I'm the chosen one
But will they ever see it
Its hard chasing ya dreams and you the only one believing
But forget yall
Im on my way to greatness
Laughing at niggas that never made it saying that I'll never make it
Niggas ain't never had to grind and got a bit of ambition
Niggas ain't tryna shine taking shots and all of em missing
Scrolling through my phone, taking out contacts without a vision
Sticking with my team
We coming out the back like a limousine
Tired of being at the bottom of the food chain
Vanity slave, chasing whips and chains
Ain't shit changed, but the field that we put in
I'm tryna make it off this work that I put in
Cuz I ain't got nothing but a note book and a few pens
But I'm in this bitch like an unborn kid
Waiting to blow like Gas leaks in kitchens
Outro:
Cuz cash rules everything around me, around me. (yea)
Said that I been grinding, grinding
I said I been grinding, grinding