Pound Cake (Remix)

[Part 1: Pound Cake] [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] Yo, pound cake at the round table Sugar coating the truth, so a nigga sound stable Independent the death of them, we done drown labels New kids is watching the movement, like they just found cable Willing and able to put the work to get the results Shit evolved problems, I'm solving without a friend to call In the mall, they stopping a nigga to take a picture At the club, I never paid for an entry, I guess this shit revolved Uh, that's good karma, for a good dude Upset with my position, it's hard to stay in a good mood I skipped the typical thinking of young Americans Honor student, who never gave a fuck about a good school Good girl that I lost and then she turned bad That shit happens everytime, right? Okay, you lose a lot of people, when ambition isn't equal They can't comprehend the thrill that you seek from getting the limelight Rhymes tight, long nights, write meaningful flows Other nights I surrounded myself with meaningless hoes I'm tryna get rid of that feeling that you hide There's a fine line between insanity and a genius though Disobedient, devious so mischievous ingredients To stay away from the songs that get tedious Better than the previous step on stage in the medium Dirty chucks, I never gave a fuck what the media shows Needed to blow, I'm still needing a break Beat from Drake so you'll listen to it Futuristic got that message, there's a mission to it Shows charge admission to them You tripping, cause your car don't even pass emissions, do it? Get some coolant, turn the key in the ignition Stupid bitch, I'm on a roll A nigga with my condition, couldn't get in my position Killing beats is my tradition, fake shit gets omitted To these blogs I submitted, they never seem to get it But maybe they gon' dig it if this shit is a rendition And my girl got class, but I tell her to act suspended Since I got back from tour everything is hella different Now people pay attention how I silence competition Words of wisdom let the product do the talking, not your Facebook Cause if you say you the greatest, then you cocky But when other people say it, it's a great look, thanks [Part 2: Paris Morton Music 2] [Verse] Dope, like I never did before Different than everything you know Make it fun, like pissing in the snow But make it feel good, like kisses on your nose Kitchen with a stove, no shirt, cooking bacon, be smart kids Listen to my art switch, spitting since cartridge In a Super Nintendo, Nintendo 64 that's that Mario Cart shit Perfect dark bitch, change of heart, that's the game Would she remain, if she knew you was getting brain, from a pretty young thing? Listening to Lecrae, if all sins are equal, what's a forgivable mistake? All flows is lame Me? I'm like a pendant, that's sitting on the dresser I guess that means, I'm of the chain Off my rocker, off vodka, Molly popper, Molly whop ya, for the shit you not supposed to say Will my fans leave when I change? We all do Staying the same's a definition of insane How'd I get put in the category with strange Always thought I'd be in the category with Wayne, T-Pain Glad that I bang, switch lanes, bumping my own thing Piss stains, on your mattress, maybe you shouldn't have it That's the point, you ain't changed since you was eight You learn the most important shit in Pre-K Young kids got sponge brains Why the fuck they watching SpongeBob? Why the fuck they playing dumb games? Why the fuck do I be saying fuck? Knowing that they look it up That shit's bad for you Why the fuck do you cook it up? Look it up, Futuristic, I'm looking up