Pound Cake (Megamix)

[Producer Tag] Finny Music [Intro: Eminem] Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? [Verse 1: Eminem; 2Pac; Drake; (Childish Gambino,) ImDontai] Yo, his palms are sweaty (cash rules everything around me), knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already: Mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five (wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud) Cocked on these suckas, time to die (He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out) Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus (He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now) I was a fool all through high school, kickin' up dust (The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow!) But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker; who can you blame? (Snap back to reality, oh, there goes gravity, oh) Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain (There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad, but he won't) So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin', don't worry (Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows) I'm about to crash up on the curb ‘cause my vision's blurry (His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope) Maybe if they tried to understand me; what should I do? (He knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows) I had to feed my fuckin' family; what else could I do (When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's) But be a thug? Out slangin' with the homies (Back to the lab again, yo! This whole rhapsody) Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club! (Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him) Got my mind on danger; never been a stranger to homicide My city's full of gang bangers and drive bys Why do we die at an early age? He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn (live and learn) With the ink I could murder, word to my nigga Irv Yeah, I swear shit just started clickin' dog You know it's real when you are who you think you are [Hook: Childish Gambino; Timbaland] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all [Verse 2: Lil Dicky, The Notorious B.I.G., Jay-Z] Ain’t no doubt about it, shit is coming And I’m just praying that Lil Dicky love it Always told myself that this the type of shit I wanted I was being honest, even made a promise All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From staying in my business, what is this, relentless Approach to know if I'm broke or not Just cause I joke and smoke a lot Don't mean I don't tote the Glock 16 shots for my niggas in the pen Until we motherfucking meet again El Gran Santo on the mantle Case y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish too Shout out to World Wide Wes Everywhere we go, we leave a worldwide mess Yes, still Roc La Familia Says a lot about you if you not feelin' us The homies said "Hov, it ain't many of us" I told 'em "Less is more niggas, plenty of us" Yeah, or that’s at least what I’m assuming But as alluded to reality is looming and Now ya dude about to make a move and take the truth And hope to god that when he through That what he thought about is proven ...Know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy: the place where my head rests 50-shot clip if a nigga want test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfucking helicopter That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor Beating motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina Niggas want to know how I live the mack life Making money, smoking mics like crack pipes It's type simple and plain to maintain I add a little funk to the brain I’m talking top 5 to 10 strengths, with no winks I would not lie, my pen dry, with no ink Or… that’s at least what I thought 'til I clawed and scratched the pen 'til I saw a line draw Then I coulda let bygones be bygones But I really wanted to rhyme till ma line drawn Like where the fuck is ma peak at Not Brown but I make it pop, then I beat that Not crowned yet, but I don’t think I decreed that Not loud, but you know I’m ready to tweet that I just really hope I’m ready to be that Now you seeing where D’s at 'cause even though I’m softer than a tissue I ain't nothing to sneeze at I’m smarter, where da fuck ya degrees at And I ain't harder but I’m hotter homie, where da fuck ya degrees at I’m bout to come in and desaturate The chic rap today and evaporate The feedback I hate, I elaborate At a later date But I’m getting off the point with the player hate What the fuck was I saying [Hook: Childish Gambino; Timbaland] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all [Verse 3.1: Childish Gambino] Let 'em speak, I know I'm meek but the mills louder Watch the throne, kings kill when the prince feels power It's the real deal, Holyfield, holy shit, holy grail Silver spoon coon, young buffoon, yeah, they Know me well I'm makin' moves, couldn't lose, doin' Parker Lewis Hot on my own, self-immolate, I could be a Buddhist Hot on my own, check your tone, check your Stance homie You don't even like me, you just trynna get my Fans homie So nerdy but the flow wordy Brain-freezin' with the flow slurpie Ice cold but you know I burn cash like I had herpes Not true, but I'm that dirty Niggas quit bein' hot man, cold turkey While I'm out in Kauai, man, soul searching' And these niggas be afraid and I'm so certain Cause they don't know what to do when the World's broken A lot of people try and go and talk shit but your girl Stops me on the street Like it's stop and frisk and a bunch of DDots Wanna talk a lot of shit But that's cool cause in the real world they really Don't exist It's all Because the Internet Chance made millions, Haim made millions Dan made millions, Kendrick made millions I would too if I wasn't in my feelings [Interlude: Childish Gambino] You know, cause like, people say money's not Everything But money, you need money to do what you Wanna do Like money is power, honesty is power, truth is Power But at the same time they tell you like [Verse 3.2: Childish Gambino] Ain't nothin' more important than the mula You ain't really eatin' boy, you gotta get your Food up We so steady eatin' baby, you already know That The way I'm droppin' new shit, I'm sittin' on the Toilet Every night I tour that, moment But we don't take pictures, when you're rich you Just see it again The only thing they really worry about is me and The pen Wrote some shit on Instagram, I'm just bein' Honest They tried to give your boy pills like I'm bein' Violent They tried to give your boy pills just to keep him Silent Keep tellin' people the truth, you could be iconic They tried to give your boy pills, like "he's scarin' Us" Try to stay inside, I don't really like appearances I try to stay inside, but they still got something to Say" Are you still on the show? Are you dating Jhené? "It's deeper than that Calico inside the handbag, I'm keepin' the cat I got some niggas in reserve like I'm deep in Iraq And I'm deepening rap, and it's deeper than Rap This is deeper than rap