Pound Cake Recipe

[Intro: Jimmy Smith] Good God Almighty—like back in the old days... You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play, how to play it and you know whether it's disco and rock but we just went in the studio and we did it. We had champagne in the studio, of course—compliments of the company—and we just laid back and did it. So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you. Because we had a ball. Only real music is gonna last—all that other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow... [Verse] I was on this rave ting 'nough but it weren't fulfilling me Couples shorties wanna grind, they say they're feeling me And all the champz and Ciroc, it was killing me, it was killing me Empty women don't fill what the heart missed You can't search a wild place for a calm Miss I found my place in the hood, where the arms is So I'm good cah your home is where your heart is I wanna say a couple words for my enemies You've gotta ask God while you sit back Cah these niggas get brave when the sip Yak Are you niggas still brave when it kicks back? Too many snakes round here in my residence The teeth marks in my back are the evidence And I ain't preaching to you niggas Just careful who you keep before they creeping on you niggas Look, I'm me, no more, no less I was taught no whore, no stress Trapped in and we don't protest Our friends die while the folks go rest I've learnt if you're talent then you're tainted If you're getting on your feet then you're hated And you could ask my mum or my aunty The worst things happen to the calmest youtes Listen, I was led into the corner like a goner Girls move loose for the dollar I said they move loose for the dollar Nigga's feem, someone's daughter's who they holla Cash rules everything around me I'm a young king so I'm looking for my crown see Tired of the struggle so I'm feeling kinda drowsy Grind full time 'til I cop my mum a housey Fuck the pagans, I'm not scared, I said it blatant Beefing with my niggas then it's no cooperation Give your soul a quick elevation All up in your crib, no hesitation And most you niggas whack If you ain't send your niggas P's then don't say free him on the track And that's R.I.P. to the truth Nothing but some liars and some frauds in the booth White girl thick, white thighs, that's a white cake Stab a pagan for the mula, that's knife cake Money cake's nice cake, flip it twice cake Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake Look, when my head [?] then my niggas hurt Cabbie to the scene then I put in dirt And don't tell me that my brother's pissed Or tell me that it's on site, see us No time for these rap fakes Fuck beef, I'm in the crib, I'm tryna mash cake I'm tryna be the man and take my dad's place I know killers pushing hammers to a man's face And for the flat rate, you can get the batch ate I'm tryna get away, I'm living in a trap-state So I'm stuck up in these flats mate I'm fucking slags in my flat, that's a flatmate Duh, duh, that's a man's face I'm a lone wolf living in a gang place I ain't in a gang, got a couple gang mates You're either popping [?] or you bang weight Niggas bang way talking 'bout the damn beige Not the gym weights you be banging in the can straight You wanna start grinding but you're damn late I don't trust a snitch cah I don't like the ham taste My connect's over certi, going H.A.M late He told me hang five, had to tell him hang eight If you ain't from the left, you won't get the slang mate I've got this rap ting locked, how can a man hate? Fuck multi play, I'm me, I'm on the campaign I'm tryna pop the best [?] and the champagne I could spit on any track and show a man pain But you just chat a load of crap 'cause you're a damn lame Ahh, and it's a damn shame A hundred rappers and they're sounding all the damn same All the homegrown died when the Dam came Dam cheese, Dam kush and an amm flame Niggas saying I'm a mad pain Plenty niggas hate my guts and wanna act brave If I've got the man-bag, I've got the bad stains I don't swing fam, I'll put a wetter through a man's frame