[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 bullshit 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 kill 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 hell so we parking sins

For y'all slow niggas

Serving verses like bricks, yea they know I'm dope nigga

How you can hate on something you've never heard before

Niggas that talk the most beef are usually the herbivores

Yea, but salutations for foes

Murder shit, I just kill 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 shit niggas 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 shit bout

Arsenal consist of bars this shit 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 shit

Y'all bringing out the best in me

[Bridge: M.Wade]

We call this shit 'King Cake'

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Andy Ramos]

These niggas (M.Wade)

Fake, fake-fake, fake-fake, fake

A lot claim that they real, but they all fake

Lying like Simba killed 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 bitch

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 shit I'm spitting, there body'll combine

It's gonna burn up and send that shit to the sky