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