Jordan Evans - Pound Cake Freestyle lyrics

[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** is here today and gone tomorrow... [Verse 1: Meek Mill] 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 to many flows the way I k** em Give my cousin Tock my Bentley the way I'm feeling f** this money and f** these hoes Same gear for a week, I'm like f** these clothes Pmon had bricks 'fore you had braces My whips all black, I guess I'm acting racist My b**h all bad, she half black and asian Scream "sak pase" I guess I'm acting Haitian Out in M.I.A with some real zoes And no lame b**hes around us, all real hoes These n***as 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 n***a can't rap I'll buy him a bird All real estate, f** 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 n***a tryna snatch my chain, that's a d**h wish Riding through my city 57 that's the FN You ain't never seen a n***a this rich and reckless You n***as paying hoes just to stick around Zimmer 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 n***as falling out for the paper but try to make up For the cameras, n***as might fool y'all but can't fake us Pull up in the hood I put n***as 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 k**ed Dame set him on fire And the crazy part that n***as was quiet n***as on obituaries like they flyers Time is money so it's sky dwellers when we buy 'em Rolex n***as,stretch like bowflex, n***a Sellin' Instagram, feds takin' kodak, n***a I've been rich since 24, you ain't know that, n***a? And I was taught pay that man if you owe that n***a Gone... [Interlude: Meek Mill] And all this sh** I'm talking right now is straight facts If you're from my hood, you know what I'm talking about [Verse 2: Spad-O] 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 n***as 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 who*es Oh yea we about the pound cakes You crawl snatching n***as 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 due wise 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 n***as, acting shady so i grip my 80 So I, peep the blitz like I'm Tom Brady I'm the, sure thing & you n***as maybes Nah, I dont 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