[Part 1: Pound Cake, Produced by Boi-1da, Matthew Burnett, and Jordan Evans] [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 bullsh** is here today and gone tomorrow... [Verse 1: M.Wade] Y'all takin the wrong angle 90 degrees? Call it truce I cut corners and k** your high, I'll give your high-pot a noose' Casuals casually cause causalities Dudes thinking they nice, but they spitting all these fallacies It should be illegal the way I off on these hits Late game winner I'm never calling quits O's in my chest like Barry Larkin's kid No highway to hell so we parking sins For y'all slow n***as Serving verses like bricks, yea they know I'm dope n***a How you can hate on something you've never heard before n***as that talk the most beef are usually the herbivores Yea, but salutations for foes Murder sh**, I just k** em with flows But if you ask me, relationships are ticky-tac So playbooks aren't the only things with X's & O's I get it honest, bars is metabolic I'm giving the game life, doing it without a profit I ain't even in my prime, but happy like I'm optimist tho Murdered the game with no accomplices You telling me? Up'd the murder rate I'm waiting on my felonies Endorsing the streets there ain't sh** n***as can sell to me They cop 5 o's Then pop 5 O They steady rolling L's but the score's 5-0
[Hook] [Verse 2: Andy Ramos] Look, I ball like I'm controlling your sight And throw all your verses out cause you ain't doing this right And y'all think that y'all shine, and think that y'all bright Well y'all were mislead or left for dead When God said, let there be light All aboard of the game ready to ship out Board games with the weapons see how this plays out Connect four to your chest that's what this sh** bout Arsenal consist of bars this sh** I spit out I'm on levels where no ones next to me Your bars lack intensity Hard bars with no density And if y'all do have some hot sh** Y'all bringing out the best in me [Bridge: M.Wade] We call this sh** 'King Cake' [Hook] [Verse 3: Andy Ramos] These n***as (M.Wade) Fake, fake-fake, fake-fake, fake A lot claim that they real, but they all fake Lying like Simba k**ed Mufasa, even they Scars fake The game's in good hands, that's what they All-State But it's not if it's not with us, like all states Kobe with the vision, I ball snakes Meaning I keep an eye out since you all fake Fake, fake-fake, fake-fake, fake, uhh I'm just getting started, oh, yeah, we got it b**h Jay started it off and I just followed it I'm ready to make it now no debating it This game's Liam Nessan cause I'm taking it Need to understand, y'all my sons call me father Think y'all scare me cause y'all packing like Rodgers Well you got it mistaken keep outta my way Cause I got punchlines that's hitting like Clay The heat I'm spitting make dudes say goodbye Cause once they start thinking they're Heaven sent and they fly I'll let them believe that and let me tell you why Cause with this hot sh** I'm spitting, there body'll combine It's gonna burn up and send that sh** to the sky