Pound Cake (Megamix)

[Producer Tag]
Finny Music

[Intro: Eminem]
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

[Verse 1: Eminem; 2Pac; Drake; (Childish Gambino,)
ImDontai]
Yo, his palms are sweaty (cash rules everything around me), knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already: Mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
(wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud)
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
(He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out)
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus
(He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now)
I was a fool all through high school, kickin' up dust
(The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow!)
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker; who can you blame?
(Snap back to reality, oh, there goes gravity, oh)
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
(There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad, but he won't)
So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin', don't worry
(Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows)
I'm about to crash up on the curb ‘cause my vision's blurry
(His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope)
Maybe if they tried to understand me; what should I do?
(He knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows)
I had to feed my fuckin' family; what else could I do
(When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's)
But be a thug? Out slangin' with the homies
(Back to the lab again, yo! This whole rhapsody)
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club!
(Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him)
Got my mind on danger; never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn
(live and learn)
With the ink I could murder, word to my nigga Irv
Yeah, I swear shit just started clickin' dog
You know it's real when you are who you think you are

[Hook: Childish Gambino; Timbaland]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all

Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all

[Verse 2: Lil Dicky, The Notorious B.I.G., Jay-Z]
Ain’t no doubt about it, shit is coming
And I’m just praying that Lil Dicky love it
Always told myself that this the type of shit I wanted
I was being honest, even made a promise
All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches
From staying in my business, what is this, relentless
Approach to know if I'm broke or not
Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don't mean I don't tote the Glock
16 shots for my niggas in the pen
Until we motherfucking meet again
El Gran Santo on the mantle
Case y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish too
Shout out to World Wide Wes
Everywhere we go, we leave a worldwide mess
Yes, still Roc La Familia
Says a lot about you if you not feelin' us
The homies said "Hov, it ain't many of us"
I told 'em "Less is more niggas, plenty of us"
Yeah, or that’s at least what I’m assuming
But as alluded to reality is looming and
Now ya dude about to make a move and take the truth
And hope to god that when he through
That what he thought about is proven
...Know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy: the place where my head rests
50-shot clip if a nigga want test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfucking helicopter
That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor
Beating motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
Niggas want to know how I live the mack life
Making money, smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and plain to maintain
I add a little funk to the brain
I’m talking top 5 to 10 strengths, with no winks
I would not lie, my pen dry, with no ink
Or… that’s at least what I thought
'til I clawed and scratched the pen 'til I saw a line draw
Then I coulda let bygones be bygones
But I really wanted to rhyme till ma line drawn
Like where the fuck is ma peak at
Not Brown but I make it pop, then I beat that
Not crowned yet, but I don’t think I decreed that
Not loud, but you know I’m ready to tweet that
I just really hope I’m ready to be that
Now you seeing where D’s at
'cause even though I’m softer than a tissue I ain't nothing to sneeze at
I’m smarter, where da fuck ya degrees at
And I ain't harder but I’m hotter homie, where da fuck ya degrees at
I’m bout to come in and desaturate
The chic rap today and evaporate
The feedback I hate, I elaborate
At a later date
But I’m getting off the point with the player hate
What the fuck was I saying

[Hook: Childish Gambino; Timbaland]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all

Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all

[Verse 3.1: Childish Gambino]
Let 'em speak, I know I'm meek but the mills louder
Watch the throne, kings kill when the prince feels power
It's the real deal, Holyfield, holy shit, holy grail
Silver spoon coon, young buffoon, yeah, they
Know me well
I'm makin' moves, couldn't lose, doin' Parker
Lewis
Hot on my own, self-immolate, I could be a
Buddhist
Hot on my own, check your tone, check your
Stance homie
You don't even like me, you just trynna get my
Fans homie
So nerdy but the flow wordy
Brain-freezin' with the flow slurpie
Ice cold but you know I burn cash like I had herpes
Not true, but I'm that dirty
Niggas quit bein' hot man, cold turkey
While I'm out in Kauai, man, soul searching'
And these niggas be afraid and I'm so certain
Cause they don't know what to do when the
World's broken
A lot of people try and go and talk shit but your girl
Stops me on the street
Like it's stop and frisk and a bunch of DDots
Wanna talk a lot of shit
But that's cool cause in the real world they really
Don't exist
It's all Because the Internet
Chance made millions, Haim made millions
Dan made millions, Kendrick made millions
I would too if I wasn't in my feelings

[Interlude: Childish Gambino]
You know, cause like, people say money's not
Everything
But money, you need money to do what you
Wanna do
Like money is power, honesty is power, truth is
Power
But at the same time they tell you like

[Verse 3.2: Childish Gambino]
Ain't nothin' more important than the mula
You ain't really eatin' boy, you gotta get your
Food up
We so steady eatin' baby, you already know
That
The way I'm droppin' new shit, I'm sittin' on the
Toilet
Every night I tour that, moment
But we don't take pictures, when you're rich you
Just see it again
The only thing they really worry about is me and
The pen
Wrote some shit on Instagram, I'm just bein'
Honest
They tried to give your boy pills like I'm bein'
Violent
They tried to give your boy pills just to keep him
Silent
Keep tellin' people the truth, you could be iconic
They tried to give your boy pills, like "he's scarin'
Us"
Try to stay inside, I don't really like appearances
I try to stay inside, but they still got something to
Say"
Are you still on the show? Are you dating
Jhené?
"It's deeper than that
Calico inside the handbag, I'm keepin' the cat
I got some niggas in reserve like I'm deep in
Iraq
And I'm deepening rap, and it's deeper than
Rap
This is deeper than rap