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m.wade - pound cake lyrics

[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-t 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!ll 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 h-ll so we parking sins
for y’all slow n-ggas
serving verses like bricks, yea they know i’m dope n-gga
how you can hate on something you’ve never heard before
n-ggas that talk the most beef are usually the herbivores
yea, but salutations for foes
murder sh-t, i just k!ll 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-t n-ggas 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-t bout
-rs-nal consist of bars this sh-t 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-t
y’all bringing out the best in me

[bridge: m.wade]
we call this sh-t ‘king cake’

[hook]

[verse 3: andy ramos]
these n-ggas (m.wade)
fake, fake-fake, fake-fake, fake
a lot claim that they real, but they all fake
lying like simba k!lled 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-tch
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-t i’m spitting, there body’ll combine
it’s gonna burn up and send that sh-t to the sky

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