Selah the Corner, Bizzle - Foreign Exchange (Pound Cake Freestyle) lyrics

In the back of mind I want to win it
Running this rap race until the finish
Cause CHH been home for a minute
But, I'll probably leave it alone in a minute
I told the homies 'bout love
Kill then later risen
But why love when they see how
Far the hater get them
I spit God word every bar is plagiarism
I Look around and all
I’m seeing is favoritism
I know what it's like to be last on it
Get a concept bar and even fast on it
Get a track black out and straight mash on it
For somebody to tell you they’re
Going to pass on it tears of a real spitta
They bottle living water I need a real river
And my mission to try and marry her
What I deliver ain't bigger
Than the deliverer
So tell me about your goal homie
You rap for the rock, you gotta roll homie
Ill tell you what an old
School with flow told me
Y'all's way, currency is souls homie
So I'm only on that money tip
While these politician will fold
Like a money clip
Souls of the paper I'm a fiend
But, you already know what I mean
Its all about the CREAM

I've been in cyphers with some of the realest
Handled a couple rappers
Y'all call them the illest
But still I tell them the
Bars with the divine control
Collabs ducking me they don’t
Wanna get mid control, it's cool
Fame never what I run on
Souls the prey and i'm steady
Getting my hunt on
Nearing my end zone and these
Rappers getting their punt on
Trying to make music theses
Unbeliever can't front on
Y'all already know that I
Spit to the shooters what they callin' us
Sevin? Neighborhood polluters
But homie, yo tracks and the Christ we link
Probably stopped more killings than
Your neighborhood precinct
My conglomerate honors the cost
We light up the dark and we honor the torch
And were using this Hip Hop
In finding the lost
Don’t like what were doing?
We come off the porch

That’s what it's about, huh? Bizzle!
They hypnotized by the Bar Code
Spit a lie flip a pie for their car note
Live and die just to whip a
Ride and check the iPhone
Get to dissing God
Know the kitchen got a hot stove (lets go)
You ain't feelin me, I feel the same
Agree to disagree just don’t get in the way
And try to compare Bizzle to
A lil' Wayne is comparing
A couple dope lines to a brick of cain
What you rappers want? respect?
After seeing the things you rappers
Will do for a check
This week is a pistol next week it’s a dress
This week is molly next week it's sex
Wonder what they will have y'all
Telling us all next
Live fast die young they're
Selling us all death
Lil' Snupe past I didn't even
Wan to read about it
Same cats pushing murder raps want
To tweet about it
But homie what are you going to do about it
You probably supplied the soundtrack for
The dude who shot him
You pop murder all in your songs
But, if murders wrong then it's wrong
It shouldn't be about the money