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