Pound Cake Freestyle

By TILFALL

On EMMANUEL

Released on September 1, 2019

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[Verse 1]

Money unworthy

My flow is thanksgiving with cold turkey

Soul searching

Watch my mind burning

The man with an ego who pace the race like a tortoise

Folding in my learners

Burn me in the furnace

And they always told me

That you gotta stay strong

Don’t give into women and wake up at your alarm

You gotta hold your own so don’t rely on no one

Threw that shit away when I jumped out to fucking run

And I don’t know what I’m running from but I’m running still

I conversate with acquaintances but it’s nothing real

If I could talk to mac I’d let him know how I feel

40Cs double Bs

How can I keep pushing when the gashes flood my knees

How can I keep moving if I don’t got a set of feet

How can I keep going when I’m held down by the elite

Money is power, truth is power

That’s what bino told me

Monkey kills it’s the root of evil

Politicians running wild and I know you see em

But it’s nothing


[Verse 2]

Your mistake was wanting more, power

It is the kiss of death

Put your hands on it and you’ll be over with less

Yeah

Kauai in the winter soul is too fuckin cold

Murdered in the scorch of the sun

It’s too fucking old

Writing ballads even though his soul is fucking sold

Feel the pain of many men reaping for their souls

Souls are lost

Nailing hands on the cross

Fortify our walls but the problem is inside

Self destructive tendencies reflect a bunch of lies

But bitches don’t give it I sit to god and I plead

Pleading for another day, oh god please

I used to preach about atheism and other non-believer creeds

I been working on myself, I been working for you

I been tryna make it right I’ve been tryna subdue


[Outro]

Staring up into the stratosphere

I ain’t got nothing to fear

I’m a dead beat cousin I hate family reunions

Fucking up the church by drinking at the communion

Spilling free wine, now my tux is ruined

Hold up run it back I got nothing to do and

I’m a dead beat cousin I hate family reunions

Fucking up the church by drinking at the communion

Spilling free wine, now my tux is ruined

Hold up run it back I got nothing to do and