Pound Cake (Freestyle)

[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 the 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 the other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow...

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Phil made millions, James made millions

Coon went drop top Rarri, no ceiling

I'm just chilling, Omelly even spilling

Like Ace of Spade and Club LIV, we in the building

Pretty hoes to many flows the way I kill em

Give my cousin Tock my Bentley the way I'm feeling

Fuck this money and fuck these hoes

Same gear for a week, I'm like fuck these clothes

Pmon had bricks 'fore you had braces

My whips all black, I guess I'm acting racist

My bitch all bad, she half black and asian

Scream "sak pase" I guess I'm acting Haitian

Out in M.I.A with some real zoes

And no lame bitches around us, all real hoes

These niggas rap good but they weirdos

And if they ever disrespect me then it's air holes

They say do for self, that's a word to the third

But if my nigga can't rap I'll buy him a bird

All real estate, fuck it, I'm buying the curb

I buy a crib every week from the hood to the burbs

Making investments with this money I'm blessed with

Nigga tryna snatch my chain, that's a death wish

Riding through my city 57 that's the FN

You ain't never seen a nigga this rich and reckless

You niggas paying hoes just to stick around

Zimmer down, Mulsanne how I get around

50 rounds through the town how I whip around

I'm getting richer so you know they wanna sit me down

It's DC, double M, know they hate us

Me and Ross both got rich but we ain't break up

Niggas falling out for the paper but try to make up

For the cameras, niggas might fool y'all but can't fake us

Pull up in the hood I put niggas on jets

Take 'em to Miami when they just was on steps

Selling green and serving fiends up in the 'jects

Packs still on 'em in the pool getting wet

They killed Dame set him on fire

And the crazy part that niggas was quiet

Niggas on obituaries like they flyers

Time is money so it's sky dwellers when we buy 'em

Rolex niggas,stretch like bowflex, nigga

Sellin' Instagram, feds takin' kodak, nigga

I've been rich since 24, you ain't know that, nigga?

And I was taught pay that man if you owe that nigga

Gone...

[Interlude: Meek Mill]

And all this shit I'm talking right now is straight facts

If you're from my hood, you know what I'm talking about

[Verse 2: Spad-O]

Meek what up boy, turn the beat up for me a little bit

Its your man Spade-O, DC, on deck, lets go

This that new philly due op

Who is you op (who are you?)

150 rounds in the o-op

I'm chasing big cheese

1 on 1 you can't get these (nope!)

Embalming fluid mixed with mint leaves

We call it wet wet

My niggas jet set

Were always on the go

Y'all just get set

Meek made millions, so why can't I? (why not?)

Pull up that cranberry Porsche with the slant eyes

I don't get mad, I get motivated

Back to backing off [?] we motorcaded

And I don't battle, I respect the war

Pull up that bullet proof caddy with the extra door

Stash box & the extra floor

Rock the world 24 bringing extra whores

Oh yea we about the pound cakes

You crawl snatching niggas ain't been around cakes

Saran wrap around the big blocks

And thats real rap I am hip-hop

You hear me rhyme, you can feel my pain and anguish

I don't do much talking, I speak the language

My crew too live

I'm in my new rise

Success go to the believers, i make my due wise

I'm at the game, in dem' floor seats

You got dem' nose bleed, barely at door seats

Uhh

I'm getting fit for ring

Bezel on my presidential crown fit for a king

DC is like the army, better yet the navy

Niggas, acting shady so i grip my 80

So I, peep the blitz like I'm Tom Brady

I'm the, sure thing & you niggas maybes

Nah, I dont two stroke, I live a bike life

But I move coke, I live the white life

I'm the truth, why i got to lie for?

I was born broke but I won't die poor