Meek Mill, Spade (Rapper) - Pound Cake Freestyle lyrics

[Meek Mill, Spade Rapper - Pound Cake Freestyle lyrics]

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

Phil made millions, James made millions
Coon went drop top Rarri, no ceiling
I'm just chilling, Omelly even spilling
Like Ace of Spade and Club LIV
We in the building
Pretty hoes too many flows the way I kill em
Give my cousin Tak my Bentley
The way I'm feeling
Fuck this money and fuck these hoes
Same gear for a week
I'm like fuck these clothes
Pmon had bricks 'fore you had braces
My whips all black
I guess I'm acting racist
My bitch all bad, she half black and asian
Scream "sa'k pase" I guess
I'm acting Haitian
Out in MIA with some real zoes
And no lame bitches around us, all real hoes
These niggas rap good but they weirdos
And if they ever disrespect me
Then it's air holes they say do for self
That's a word to the third
But if my nigga can't rap
I'll buy him a bird
All real estate, fuck it
I'm buying the curb
I buy a crib every week from
The hood to the burbs
Making investments with this money
I'm blessed with
Nigga tryna snatch my chain
That's a death wish
Riding through my city 57 that's the FN
You ain't never seen a nigga
This rich and reckless
You niggas paying hoes just to stick around
Simmer down, Mulsanne how I get around
50 rounds through the town how I whip around
I'm getting richer so you know
They wanna sit me down
It's DC, double M, know they hate us
Me and Ross both got rich
But we ain't break up
Niggas falling out for the paper
But try to make up for the cameras
Niggas might fool y'all but can't fake us
Pull up in the hood I put niggas on jets
Take 'em to Miami when they
Just was on steps
Selling green and serving fiends
Up in the 'jects
Packs still on 'em in the pool getting wet
They killed Dame set him on fire
And the crazy part that niggas was quiet
Niggas on obituaries like they flyers
Time is money so it's sky
Dwellers when we buy 'em
Rolex niggas, stretch like bowflex, nigga
Sellin' Instagram, feds takin' kodak, nigga
I've been rich since 24
You ain't know that, nigga?
And I was taught pay that man
If you owe that nigga gone

And all this shit I'm talking
Right now is straight facts
If you're from my hood
You know what I'm talking about

Meek what up boy
Turn the beat up for me a little bit
Its your man Spade-O, DC, on deck, lets go

This that new philly due op
Who is you op (who are you?)
150 rounds in the o-op
I'm chasing big cheese
1 on 1 you can't get these (nope)
Embalming fluid mixed with mint leaves
We call it wet wet my niggas jet set
Were always on the go y'all just get set
Meek made millions, so why can't I?
(why not?) pull up that cranberry Porsche
With the slant eyes
I don't get mad, I get motivated
Back to backing in all foreigns we motorcaded
And I don't battle, I respect the war
Pull up that bullet proof caddy
With the extra door
Stash box & the extra floor
Rock the world 24 bringing extra whores
Oh yea we about the pound cakes
You crawl snatching niggas ain't
Been around cakes
Saran wrap around the big blocks
And thats real rap I am hip-hop
You hear me rhyme
You can feel my pain and anguish
I don't do much talking
I speak the language my crew too live
I'm in my new rise
Success go to the believers, I make my Duas
I'm at the game, in dem' floor seats
You got dem' nose bleed
Barely at door seats uhh
I'm getting fit for ring
Bezel on my presidential crown fit for a king
DC is like the army, better yet the navy
Niggas, acting shady so i grip my 80
So I, peep the blitz like I'm Tom Brady
I'm the, sure thing & you niggas maybes
Nah, I don't two stroke, I live a bike life
But I move coke, I live the white life
I'm the truth, why i got to lie for?
I was born broke but I won't die poor

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